It's the morning when the sun rises again.

Qin Xianyu sat on the bed, stunned for a long time.

Yesterday when he entered the mountain to collect herbs, the morning sun was the beginning of his life, and the celestialis was right beside him. However, at this time, there was no sound of the birds singing in his ears.

It only took one day, so the changes were so great.

Even Qin Xianyu, his hands were stained with many lives. Although there was no blood, he still felt that his body seemed to be much heavier.

Everything is like a dream.

He sat at the head of the bed and said nothing for a long time. He woke up until the sunlight outside became stronger. He barely got up, but suddenly became stunned. He turned his head and looked at the shoulders. It was fair and smooth, almost comparable to the woman's skin, but he vaguely remembered that before going to bed last night, the shoulders were still bruised and swelled.

At that time, I thought about applying medicine to the wound, but I couldn't stand the injury and fainted.

But at this time, his injuries were completely restored and intact. Qin Xianyu immediately remembered the two gusts of breezes yesterday.

Could it be...when the breeze blows by, it not only relieves the pain, but also cures the injury?

Qin Xianyu showed a look of shock, thinking that the two breezes that relieved his pain were from the hands of the old Taoist priest. Could it be that the old Taoist robbed those four martial arts secrets and was depressed and healed his injuries?

But it wasn't right. It was clearly swollen before going to bed last night.

"This... Why does it seem like the effect of taking some magic pill?" Qin Xianyu frowned and pondered for a long time, but he could not think of any other magic pill in the world that could eliminate all injuries overnight. However, books often record the thousand-year-old ginseng and ten thousand-year-old snow lotus that can enhance the internal strength of martial arts practitioners for decades, but he has never heard of such a holy healing medicine.

After thinking for a while, he still couldn't figure it out, so he got up, thought of the martial arts secrets, and hurried to find the first explanation of the sword art.

Fortunately, the thin booklet was still on the ground, so he picked it up, put it on the bed like a treasure, and picked up the Taoist robe. He just explored it, but there was no light gold bead. Qin Xianyu's face was slightly pale. The young master named Zhao valued the bead so much, obviously it was not an ordinary jewelry, but an extraordinary treasure. How could it be lost?

He searched quickly, but after searching for a while, he still couldn't find it. While frowning, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the tank of water at the corner of his eyes, and suddenly he looked shocked.

The water in the tank was clearly clear, and it was shining with a faint golden scent. At first glance, the water in the tank seemed to be shining by the sun, but the sun had not yet shined at the window, and the room was still a little dark.

At this moment, a light of inspiration flashed in his mind, recalling the extremely thirsty last night, he took a sip of cold water, and then fell into a coma again, with an extremely itchy shoulder.

I originally thought it was a dream, but now I want to come...

Qin Xianyu hurried to the water tank to see, and saw the light gold beads lying quietly at the bottom of the tank. They were originally the size of a goose egg, but now they are only the size of an egg, obviously they have melted away. I remembered that I drank a sip of water last night and all the wounds on my shoulder were healed. I guess this was not a coincidence?

Qin Xianyu approached the water, took a deep breath, and felt a faint fragrance.

"Is this water... really a spiritual water that can heal the wound?"

Qin Xianyu was stunned for a long time, and for a moment, he couldn't turn his mind. He woke up until he was hungry. He was stunned for a long time and hurriedly washed the light gold beads to cook porridge. However, when he was washing, he did not dare to use the water in the water tank to wash it.

When he was cooking the porridge with fire, he hesitated and used the water in the water tank to cook the porridge.

The fire was boiled under the pot, and the rice rolled in the middle. Qin Xianyu covered the pot and sat aside.

Thinking of yesterday's events was no different from dreams. He had been in a state of mind for a long time. Only when he occasionally glanced at the sword thrown on the ground, the sword path on the bed, and the tank of water with golden sieve, he realized that this was not a dream, and felt a little more real.

In the dark Taoist temple, the front hall is where the statue is located, and the back hall is the inner room. For a pitifully small Taoist temple, it is already a good size to be divided into the past and later.

In the darkness, this beautiful and sunny boy seemed a little lonely.

The faint fragrance of rice porridge spreads, with a bit of sweet fragrance.

Qin Xianyu hesitated for a moment, took a few pieces of herbs that could detoxify and put them aside before trying to drink the porridge. He took a sip and waited quietly for a long time. Instead of poisoning, he became more and more energetic. At this time, he breathed a sigh of relief and said to himself: "It is really a spiritual water with strange effects. The light gold bead is simply a treasure."

He hurriedly drank the porridge without leaving any trace, and then sat for a moment, slightly ecstatic.

Finally, I took a deep breath and opened the first explanation of the sword art.

There are only written records above, but there are no illustrations, but Qin Xianyu is familiar with Taoist books and medical skills, and is very familiar with many meridians, acupoints, and terms, which does not prevent him from reading this first explanation of the sword art.

The dense pages of words are always uneasy, either thinking of the cyclamen or the heroes who died at their hands.

Sometimes I always feel that those resentful souls who just died yesterday are behind me, intending to seek life.

Qin Xianyu finally smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Afraid of ghosts? It's really a young man who has never seen the world..."

He calmed down and looked at the broken statue of the Taoist Lord in the Taoist temple, and finally felt a little relieved. After all, the statue of the god is here, even if there are really ghosts, he would not dare to come?

He silently recited the Dharma of Meditation and recited it several times.

This meditation technique is a mantra recorded in Taoist books. It is not clear whether it has any effect, but there are several such books in Taoist temples.

Maybe it was really useful. After reading it several times, Qin Xianyu felt a lot calmer. He opened the first explanation of the sword art and finally could see it.

This book is only a few pages.

There is no way to transport qi and blood, practice internal strength, and there is no strange and wonderful method to pick flowers and fly leaves to hurt people. The above records the basic skills of practicing swords, and there is not even any moves.

The Zhao, the man surnamed Zhao, attached so much importance to this book, hidden in his clothes and put it with the treasure bead, how could it be an ordinary way to get started with sword practice?

I'm afraid that this method can't even be introduced. At best, I can practice hand strength and wrist strength and accurate head.

"It must not be an ordinary secret."

Qin Xianyu felt a little disappointed and felt quite regretful, but frowned and still felt that this method was unusual. Should he decide whether to practice swordsmanship according to the method recorded above in the first interpretation of the sword art?

The first step in the sword path was to burn a stick of incense, then use a sword to cut the incense into two halves.

How thin is a stick of incense?

It is already quite difficult to cut the burning incense head, and it is even more difficult to cut this incense stick out of it.

The hands must be stable and powerful.

Since the old Taoist death in the Taoist temple, Qin Xianyu burned incense to the statue of the Taoist god for a while, and gradually ignored it. At this time, there was still a handful of them left in the Taoist temple, which was just right for use.

call out!

Qin Xianyu took a deep breath and slashed at the incense that had just been lit with one sword.

Not cut.

Cut the incense ash stove below.

The power of the recoil made his mouth numb, and the incense ash stove suddenly disappeared.

Qin Xianyu was stunned for a long time and finally changed his method to insert the incense on the wooden stake.

After dozens of slashes, the wrist was sore and soft, and the tiger's mouth was numb. However, it hit the burning red dot more than ten times, but did not cut the incense in half, but cut a lot of it diagonally.

After resting for a while, Qin Xianyu drank a few sips of water in the water tank and felt refreshed. He recognized the extraordinaryness of the light gold beads more deeply.

Qin Xianyu thought to himself, "This is not good, and the fragrance is almost exhausted."

He cut off the front part of the incense that was cut off flat, then put it up and changed the branches to ignite it.

...

Before we knew it, evening was approaching, and the originally dark Taoist temple became darker and darker.

A little red light from the branches became more and more conspicuous in the darkness.

Qin Xianyu waved the sword many times today, but whenever he was tired, he would drink a few sips of water from the water tank. After a while, he would get exhausted and feel refreshed.

After a day, I felt much stronger.

He looked at the red light and his breathing gradually calmed down.

Somehow, the red light suddenly magnified, as if covering his eyes.

Qin Xianyu took a step back in shock. When he looked at it, the red light on the branches was still a little small.

"What's going on?"

He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, the red light magnified again.

Qin Xianyu was shocked and said to himself: "Isn't there really a ghost?"

The red light suddenly covered the front of him. Before Qin Xianyu could think about it, he swung his sword.

There was a crisp crackling sound.

The branches are divided into two sections, but the branches are a little bent, so they only cut the front section and are not completely divided into two halves.

"This is..." Qin Xianyu was stunned for a long time. He rubbed his eyes and was speechless for a long time.

There was a vague guess in my heart that Qin Xianyu lit the branches again this time, and a little depression inserted into the wooden stake made the branches stable.

He looked at the red light and his breathing gradually calmed down.

After a moment, the red light suddenly magnified, extremely conspicuous.

Qin Xianyu slashed down with a sword, and the branches separated from it, but because the branches were bent, they were not completely divided into two halves.

"Sure enough..." Qin Xianyu was shocked. He turned on the wooden board that covered the dust in the water tank. He looked at the tank of water that was still a little bit of Jinze in the dark, and he almost didn't know what to say.

He took out the light gold bead, and his hands were almost trembling.

The beads were soaked in a tank of water.

This tank of water can heal the injuries overnight, make you constantly swing your sword without feeling tired, but instead feel refreshed and stronger, making your eyes as sharp as a hawk and extremely steadily.

Qin Xianyu had already realized that he could split the branch with one sword because his eyesight became amazing, and his actions were extremely stable and accurate.

What is the explanation for the effect of this spiritual water in one day?

In order to verify, Qin Xianyu lit incense one after another and waved his sword one after another. Each stroke could cut the red light and divide the incense into two halves.

"Eyes, accurate head, stable strength."

Qin Xianyu realized that it was good enough for him to use this move, but his strength still needs to be increased. If he had the strength and slashed it with one sword, and it was so accurate, who could stop it?

He looked at the tank of water and thought to himself that with such a fairy treasure, why worry about not increasing his strength?

Suddenly, Qin Xianyu realized that he was not tired or even hungry.

"It saves some food."

He smiled bitterly and clenched the sword.

The loneliness and sorrow in his heart was deliberately forgotten by him in the sword-slashing again and again.

He still had a vague guess in his mind that this so-called first understanding of the sword art was probably just to familiarize himself with the wonderful effects of the jade pill, and it was not a unique skill.

At night, Qin Xianyu was still waving his sword.
Chapter completed!