Chapter 180 Grinding stone

A green pine tree spans obliquely outside the courtyard wall, and its sparse branches and leaves give people a unique beauty.

The moss was covered with a thick layer on the earth wall, and a group of ants crawled around in the shadows under the corners of the wall, not knowing what they were carrying.

Wang Jingmeng came from an alley. He paused at the entrance of the alley and looked at the courtyard facing the entrance of the alley. He was silent for a long time and did not move for a long time.

Only people like him can see the undetectable aura of many people.

The green pine was randomly pruned many years ago, causing this posture, but to this day, its growth is slanted, giving him a particularly sharp feeling.

This feeling made the true energy in his body unconsciously begin to flow slowly.

As a practitioner, this feeling that ordinary people do not have is actually very beautiful.

It was like a clear spring flowing in the meridians in the body, washing away his body and spirit, and always allowing his energy to reach a perfect state and making his thoughts clear.

Therefore, the more many practitioners practice, the more they are isolated from the joyful world of ordinary people. They often become ignorant practitioners who do not have many ordinary desires.

The so-called pure heart and few desires are just that the joy on the other hand exceeds the joy of ordinary people.

But the more he knew this, the more he had really come into contact with the worlds of Gu Liren and Yu Zuochi, he knew that he could truly overcome obstacles in the swordsmanship and become the swordsman who could only look up to their footsteps in his life. The more he wanted to keep himself from being free from the love and hate of the world, and always be closer to the fireworks of the city.

Always be a human being, not a cold sword weapon.

Gu Liren let him understand that the path a person walks may not be full of his own joy, but he must follow the truest love and hate deep in his heart.

He looked at the green pine silently for a long time, then continued to walk towards the small courtyard with moss on the earth wall.

At this time, the world was quiet and windless, but when he approached the gate of the courtyard, the green pine trembled slightly. The sparse pine leaves seemed to be inspired by the vitality of heaven and earth, and began to exude a sharp feeling that even ordinary people could feel.

This is a reminder, a reminder with deterrence.

However, an extremely sharp luster flashed deep in Wang Jingmeng's eyes, and he made the simplest and most direct response.

He suddenly drew his sword.

The sword light danced wildly in the air in front of him, and instantly returned to the sheath.

A mass of energy circled strangely in front of him, as if he was about to form a substantial sphere!

A strong wind suddenly rolled up in the courtyard, and the green pine needles stood upright, like a small green sword about to fly into the sky.

A solemn meaning that was hard to describe in words opened the courtyard door, and a tall man in blue cloth stood in the courtyard.

"Wang Jingmeng?"

The tall and rough-faced man narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him, saying, "Gu Liren's grinding stone sword?"

Wang Jingmeng nodded.

The rough-faced man also nodded, "Since you appear in front of me, I must know who I am?"

Wang Jingmeng nodded and said, "Lord of Tiancang Sword."

The man with a rough face looked at Wang Jingmeng and said, "How did you know that I am here?"

Wang Jingmeng said: "There are several practitioners in the border army who have had contact with you. They have tracked down the business you were riding in the carriage before, and then found your whereabouts."

"So are you here to kill me?" The rough-faced man frowned slightly. He looked at Wang Jingmeng and said, "Although I admire you for finding out that I was related to the death of your master. Although I admire you for finding out where I am, I can stay here because I am sure that those strong people in the border army cannot appear here. And my people are also sure that there are no practitioners with similar cultivation levels to me in this area recently, so there should be no teacher in your Bashan Sword Field."

Wang Jingmeng nodded.

The man smiled sarcastically, "So the suspicious signs are at most young people like you. Just by relying on you, you can really kill the strong men on the sword weapon list?"

Wang Jingmeng did not respond to his words as soon as possible.

Because at this moment, Yan Xinlan walked out of the alley behind him.

Yan Xinlan nodded at him.

The man with a rough face frowned a little deeper.

He is Han Di sword master He Xi.

The Sword Lord Tiancang, ranked 24th on the sword weapon list.

He is not only a powerful man who is famous all over the world, but also has a very close relationship with the military of the Korean dynasty. Looking at Yan Xinlan's expression at this time, he knew that in addition to the reasons Wang Jingmeng said, the Korean military spies who had been in close contact with him recently might also have problems.

But he was still sure that within a dozen miles of this radius, there were no people he feared to walk around, and no large number of troops arrived.

So he looked at Wang Jingmeng and continued, "You probably know that I have something else in here, but for me, if I can kill you, it will be more important than anything else."

A strange light flashed in Wang Jingmeng's eyes again. He looked at the strong man on the sword weapon list and said, "That's the matter today, either I die or you die."

When he finished speaking, a shrill sound of swords sounded in the air.

He Xi was stunned.

He didn't expect that the one who took action at this time was Yan Xinlan who had just arrived.

A slightly white sword light, like a flower blooming quietly in a quiet corner, jumped up in the air, passed through the courtyard wall, and fell towards his back.

He Xi could not deny that Yan Xinlan's flying sword was a bit beyond his expectations.

It is not because of pure power, but because of a nearly perfect sword intent and an extremely firm idea.

But for his cultivation, such a flying sword does not have much pressure on him.

It is impolite to come but not come.

For such a junior, such a battle is a lesson from the elders to the younger generation.

His sleeves swayed.

A sword flew out of his sleeve and flew into the air, and it merged with the color of the sky.

The color of this sword seemed to chase the sky as his true energy was absorbed.

The changes in light and shadow are not transparent, but they can deceive people's eyes very well.

There was a tremor.

Yan Xinlan's sword was easily knocked out by his flying sword.

He knocked Fei Yan Xinlan's flying sword with one sword, but his flying sword appeared to be unhindered.

The sword light was hidden in the sky and fell rapidly from the sky, falling towards Yan Xinlan's head.

He is a strong man on the sword weapon list and is also one of the most important practitioners of the Korean military.

He hid in the border area to destroy the other party’s transportation of some crucial materials at critical moments.

So for him, killing these future powerful men of the Qin Dynasty has more long-term significance than destroying the transportation of materials.

Wang Jingmeng drew his sword.

A sword shadow accurately grasped his flying sword path, like a flying sword wrapped around him.

He Xi sneered.

This did not exceed his expectations.

According to the military situation he had encountered in the past, Wang Li, Gu Liren and Yu Zuochi did not practice the flying sword at all. Therefore, at this time, Wang Jingmeng and Yan Xinlan joined forces, and Wang Jingmeng should be the master guard, just like Yan Xinlan's close servant.

But for him, the huge difference in realm is not enough to allow Wang Jingmeng to stop his sword.

While he was sneering in his heart, a sharp shout burst out from his mouth.

At the same time, his true energy that was circulating violently in his meridians was squeezed out by him frantically and instantly penetrated into the flying sword connected to his qi.

boom!

It was clearly a thin flying sword hidden in the sky, but it was like a small hill falling down at this time.

Use strength to break the way!

This is the most direct and effective method.

The air in front of Wang Jingmeng had ripples visible to the naked eye.

His hand holding the sword trembled, and his wrists made a sound of almost bone-breaking. However, his eyelashes were not blinking, and his eyes were still calm and focused to the extreme.

His entire arm was trembling, but his sword intent was not at all messed up.

His sword light was like countless silk threads entangled, like countless tiny stone beads polishing He Xi's sword.

The mountain falling from the sky seemed to be able to smash him into powder at any time, but he was extremely focused on polishing the mountain. It seemed that before the mountain really fell on him and Yan Xinlan, there was nothing he needed to care about in this world.

The mountain had not smashed him yet, but He Xi's breathing suddenly stopped.

He felt the true energy he had penetrated into the flying sword being constantly disintegrated.

Grinding stone sword.

This is Gu Liren's grinding stone sword.

This kind of sword technique actually has the ability to transcend the border?

At the same time, he felt even more surprised.

In his subconscious, Yan Xinlan's flying sword should continue to fall, at least it shouldn't be able to attack him again at this time.
Chapter completed!