Pastoral pamper: Cultivating the field, cultivating immortals, giving birth to cubs

Chapter 403 The Golden Sword Intent Small Accomplishment
Sword Soul Peak, Wuyi District.

A block of stone walls stood abruptly in the center of the square, surrounded by people who came here to comprehend the meaning of the sword.

The comprehension area was quiet, Mu Nuan'an walked in lightly, found an open space and sat down, for fear of disturbing everyone who was comprehending by making a big move.

On the stone wall, there is a trace left by the sword intent.

Mu Nuan'an, who came here with curiosity, was attracted by the several inches deep sword marks on the stone wall at first sight.

It seems to exude a mysterious attraction, luring Mu Nuan'an into the world of sword intent.

In front of him was the Sword Intent of Gold, Mu Nuanan stared blankly at it, not knowing when to sink into it, unable to extricate himself.

She seemed to be able to see the heroic figure of the master who left this sword intent standing on the top of the clouds, swinging the long sword, piercing the sky.

As she slashed down with her sword, the stormy sea was turbulent, and the stone broke the sky!
Cut through the mountains and rivers, and the rocks rolled down, leaving only unfathomable and terrifying ravines.

With its sharp blade, the golden sword forcibly separated the sea, and the huge waves were raging, leaving a tunnel through which people could walk.

Mu Nuan'an watched all this in amazement, it turns out that the true power of the sword intent can move mountains and seas, and stir up the wind and clouds!
Mu Nuan'an only felt that in his consciousness, drops of golden water slowly gathered and floated in the air.Just when I wanted to find out, those golden water droplets suddenly disappeared and disappeared without a trace.

Afterwards, sword dancing moves appeared in my mind, which was too fast to catch. Even Mu Nuanan, who had an amazing memory, was also dazzled at this moment, forcing himself to write down every move and every move, but his mind was swollen, a little swollen pain.

There was a crisp sound of "ding", penetrating the sea of ​​consciousness, as if pushing through the thick fog, and instantly refreshed.

Mu Nuanan calmed down and played back every move in his mind. After a while, he quickly rehearsed it in his consciousness, and did not start the research from the beginning until he was sure that it was correct.

The more she researched, the more interesting Mu Nuan'an found this display.

It's obviously a bland move, but there is infinite power behind each move. It's hard to imagine the effect of this move.

I don't know how long it took until she was exhausted and couldn't continue to comprehend the sword intent, and Mu Nuan'an woke up from the state of concentration, but the first thing she did after waking up was to find a place where there was no one to comprehend the sword intent these days. Practice your sword intent again.

As the saying goes, practice makes perfect, and so does Sword Intent.

Comprehension alone is not enough, how to maximize power in actual combat is particularly important.

In this way, it is necessary to practice continuously in order to combine the sword technique and sword intent.

Mu Nuan'an closed her eyes, and after analyzing the sword intent she realized, she opened her eyes with a "shua", and a dark light flashed past.

Mu Nuan'an took a step, Ling Ran jumped out, the golden sword intent erupted, there was no wind in the depths of the bamboo forest, and the fallen leaves flew after washing, turned into the sharpest blade, and slashed straight at Mu Nuan'an.

Mu Nuan'an turned his footsteps, bent down, and swung his sword again. With the wind of the sword, he turned the fallen leaves into his own weapon and returned them.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, a middle-aged man with a shaggy beard leaned against the bamboo. His body was dirty and he couldn't see his original appearance. A wine gourd lay beside him, which was empty. Not left.

Turning into a sword with his body, he maximized the power of the sword intent, and ruthlessly split the bamboo forest.

The man rubbed his sleepy eyes, and a look of surprise flashed in his dark brown eyes. This little girl has actually reached a state where sword and man are one. She is really a rare talent!
So, let him help her!
After thinking about it, the two fingers squeezed together, and an afterimage that was too fast to grasp was thrown out from between the fingers, mixed with a terrifying sword intent.

The ignorant Mu Nuan'an was playing happily, when suddenly a strong and dangerous aura appeared, Mu Nuan'an's heart shuddered, and he looked straight at the direction of the danger.

Mu Nuan'an hurriedly blocked with his sword, retreated dozens of steps, and managed to block the sudden attack.

It's just that it's not her character to stand and be beaten, and a chilling aura suddenly erupted around her.

There were several bangs, the intent of the golden sword increased sharply, and the sword counterattacked, cutting straight down, with the potential to split mountains and rivers.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness, several golden water droplets that were originally floating gathered into a small river, flowing happily.

In the depths of the bamboo forest, a satisfied smile appeared in the eyes of the middle-aged man, and he said to himself, "This girl has a good understanding, and she actually made her understand Xiao Cheng."

Then he patted his butt and left.

Mu Nuan'an withdrew from the state of unity of sword and man, and quickly entered the state of sedation, and when he came out again, his sword intent surged!

Mu Nuan'an slowly stretched her limbs, and her body felt refreshed for a while.

When Dingqing saw it, it was actually just a thin bamboo leaf that couldn't be thinner!

Mu Nuan'an couldn't help but feel afraid, in this case, wouldn't that person take her life just now as if he was picking something out of a pocket?

Thinking of this, a thin layer of cold sweat oozed from his back, and a gust of autumn wind blew by, making him shiver with cold.

But after thinking about it, since the man didn't kill her, it proved that he had no interest in her. Mu Nuan'an finally breathed a sigh of relief, but began to guess the identity of the man again.

In this inner sect, how many people have such unfathomable cultivation and such powerful sword intent?

Suddenly, a name came to mind, Mu Nuanan quickly shook his head, dispelling the guesses in his mind, how could he be in Jianxin Peak, impossible, impossible.

While denying it, Mu Nuan'an took a step towards the dormitory building. Now she has to go and see how Luo Fan is practicing now.

Not long after she left, the middle-aged man turned back again, just looked at the empty bamboo forest, shook his head helplessly, and couldn't help but secretly mocked that there was no fate after all!

Mu Nuanan didn't know about these.

However, in the not-too-distant future, middle-aged men will know what "destiny is destined". There has never been any destiny in this world, except for the encounter between you and me.

There has never been a predestined relationship, because everything depends on human efforts.

After the middle-aged man left the bamboo forest, he went around to the back mountain.

And Houshan, which is covered with a veil of mystery, at this moment...

"I said you kid, why did you arrive before me? Didn't you steal my precious wine?"

The middle-aged man came in staggeringly, pointed at the man across from him, and started cursing. He sat down on the stone bench, steadily.

The man opposite was wearing a dark blue robe, and looked at him expressionlessly, "Ye Feng, are you late again?"

And the man he called Ye Feng was the one who shot in the bamboo forest before. He blushed and said with a sneer, "Isn't this a bit late for getting drunk?"

The person in the dark blue robe just frowned and said nothing, with a look of helplessness between his brows.

Seeing this, Ye Feng was even more "proud of being favored and favored", he grabbed the man's shoulder aggressively, held up the already empty wine gourd, "Come on, we won't return until we're drunk!"

The head in the dark blue robe frowned, glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and resisted the urge to pat it.

(End of this chapter)