Ye Qiu and Xiaodie held hands, and their steps were lightly shuttled through the cave, turning around, as if they were in a psychedelic world.
The light in the cave was dim, and the gems on the stone walls were shining, as if guiding them.
I don’t know how long I walked, but my eyes suddenly became clear and they came to an extremely spacious cave.
In the middle of the cave, a huge mountain stands tall, about a hundred feet high. The peak is white and smooth as a mirror, and no grass grows.
Xiaodie looked up at the mountain, her eyes lit up, and she shouted, "Brother Ye, look."
Ye Qiu followed her gaze and saw hundreds or thousands of patterns engraved on the cliff wall, each pattern being a scene of a person practicing swordsmanship.
Those sword moves are either strong or flexible, as fast as the wind or as slow as the forest. Each move is different, but they are integrated and flowing.
That is a complete set of swordsmanship!
"This is……"
Ye Qiu was shocked.
He himself is very proficient in swordsmanship, and he can tell at a glance that this swordsmanship is very extraordinary.
"This should be a sword technique created by my father, right?" Xiaodie guessed, with a hint of excitement in her voice, saying, "Brother Ye, we have found the right place. This is the Jiuyou Sword Book!"
"Hey, what's there?" Ye Qiu's eyes fell on the other side of the foot of the mountain.
There is a stone tablet.
It is engraved with dense texts of the Underworld.
Ye Qiu and Xiaodie walked to the stone tablet with curiosity.
Xiaodie looked at the words on the stone tablet and chanted softly: "When I was young, I was obsessed with swords. Every time I saw a hero wielding a sword in the world, I yearn for it."
"The family is poor, and there is no good sword to support it, and there is no famous teacher to teach it. However, the ambition is still strong and has never slackened. I want to practice swords to strengthen my body, and I want to use swords to defend the way and become famous in the world."
"I was the one who followed my teacher and went to a Taoist temple in a mountain."
"There is an old Taoist in the temple who is good at swordsmanship. I admire his name and knocked on the door to ask for a visit. Seeing that I am sincere and sincere, the old Taoist accepted me as his disciple. The teacher was strict and the Taoist was honored. I stood by my side and did not dare to be lazy."
"The master taught me the basics of sword skills and said, "Swords are not soldiers, but extensions of the heart. If you want to practice swords, practice your heart first." When I heard this, I thought about it and remembered it in my heart."
"It was winter, and the wind and snow were mixed in the mountains. Yu Chen got up and practiced his sword. His hands were frozen without realizing it, and his feet were stepping on the snow without knowing the cold. The sword light flashed and he danced with the wind and snow, but his heart was as firm as a rock."
"Day after day, year after year, swordsmanship has become more sophisticated, but I know there are still places where I haven't arrived, so I'm more diligent."
"I have heard that there are ferocious beasts in the mountains, and everyone is afraid of it. One day, I walked alone in the mountains and encountered ferocious beasts. The ferocious beasts roared like torches. Although I was afraid, my sword was in my hand and my ambition was in my chest, so I stood up and forward. The sword and the ferocious beasts intersected, and sparks flew everywhere. I used my flexible posture and clever sword techniques to deal with the beasts. After a long time, the beast finally retreated, and I was sweating profusely, but my heart was filled with joy and pride."
"When I practice swords, I did not forget to read books and understand the truth. I read the biography of ancient and modern swordsmen and understand the true meaning of swordsmanship. I know that swords are not tools for killing, but tools for protection. I wish to use swords to defend the weak and use swords to stop swords, so that there is less disputes and more peace in the world."
"The past is like smoke. Now I am old, unifying my clan, becoming the emperor, swordsmanship, and cultivation have also reached the pinnacle of the pinnacle."
"Looking back on the past, I have experienced hardships, but I have no regrets."
"Although I am old, my sword heart will last forever. I observe the sword techniques of hundreds of schools, integrate the essence of ten thousand swords, and create the Nine Nether Sword Classic."
"I hope that my descendants can practice it and protect our clan. They can uphold the spirit of swordsmanship, cultivate themselves with swords, manage their families with swords, govern the country with swords, slant the world with swords, and protect all clans with swords!"
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However, Ye Qiu and Xiaodie both knew that this was left by Emperor Darkness.
He is not only talking about his past experiences, but also warning future generations to protect all races with the spirit of swordsmanship.
Ye Qiu's brows frowned slightly.
"Based on this passage, we can see that Emperor Ming is a very upright person, but what he did back then went against this passage. As we all know, Emperor Ming is ambitious and tries to conquer the world of cultivation."
"Is there anything hidden here?"
"Or, the Emperor of the Underworld in his twilight years regretted all the past, so he left this article to advise future generations?"
When Ye Qiu thought of this, he burst into laughter.
"That's all about the Emperor of the Underworld. What does it have to do with me?"
Then, his eyes fell on the pattern of the cliff.
"Xiaodie, this is the Nine Nether Sword Book created by your father. Try it and see if you can understand it as soon as possible?"
As Ye Qiu finished speaking, a long sword appeared in the palm of his palm.
This is a peerless holy soldier!
"Give it!" Ye Qiu handed the long sword to Xiaodie.
Xiaodie took the peerless holy soldier handed over by Ye Qiu, and her eyes were full of firmness and expectation.
She took a deep breath, her eyes fell on the sword move pattern on the cliff again, and then began to draw the same tricks and practiced one by one.
Her movements were light and accurate, and the sword light flashed in the dim cave, as if it had some resonance with the ancient patterns.
However, when she finished practicing and immediately withdrew the sword, she looked confused on her face.
"Brother Ye, I... Why do I feel different after I finish practicing?"
Xiaodie frowned and looked a little depressed.
Seeing this, Ye Qiu hurriedly comforted him: "Don't be anxious, Xiaodie, the way of swordsmanship is not a day or night. If you practice it twice, you might find the feeling."
Xiaodie nodded and danced with her sword again.
However, after practicing twice, she still felt an indescribable awkward feeling in her heart, as if although these sword moves seemed perfect, they actually lacked some kind of soul.
"Brother Ye, I still think something is wrong." Xiaodie stopped the sword in her hand and looked at Ye Qiu helplessly.
"Is that true?" Ye Qiu was a little surprised. Then, he pointed to the sword and decided to give it a try himself.
He stared at the patterns on the cliff, silently pondering the artistic conception and changes of every move and every move.
Then, his body moved, as if he had transformed into a sword shadow, dancing in the cave.
His sword moves are smooth and natural, and each move is just right in line with the next move, and it seems to be flawless.
However, when Ye Qiu finished practicing and immediately stopped his momentum, a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
"These sword moves seem to be smooth and flowing, but in fact they are not connected at all."
Ye Qiu looked at the patterns on the cliff again, frowned and pondered.
After a while.
Ye Qiu suddenly seemed to have figured out something and said, "Xiaodie, try a drop of blood on the cliff."
When Xiaodie heard this, she squeezed out a drop of blood from her middle finger and sprinkled it on the cliff.
Chapter completed!