Chapter 173 Two More Horizontal Lines (Two in One)

For monks, retreat is commonplace.

The monks in the lower five realms retreat for seven or eight years or more.

The monks in the middle five realms have been in seclusion for decades or even a hundred years.

The monks in the upper five realms retreat for hundreds or thousands of years, or even retreat until the oil lamps dry up.

It can be said that, except for Wufu, a monk with poor aptitude spends about ten percent of his life in retreat.

It's very simple, because of poor aptitude, the original level is not very high, and the upper limit of life is not much, since the retreat can't achieve anything, so go out and sharpen it.

For a monk with medium aptitude, the retreat time occupies 40 to 50% of his life, especially the higher the realm and the older the age, the longer the retreat time.

This is also understandable. When you are young, you go out to sharpen more, gain more insights, and digest your heart more, and the time of retreat will be longer.

When I am getting older, I have basically experienced everything I should have experienced, and it is not important to go out to sharpen things, so I will go to retreat and see if I can get something out of it.

However, if it is a genius monk! In other words, the more genius this monk is! Then his retreat time will be less! The time spent in retreat may not occupy more than 30% of one's life.

This can also be figured out.

Those geniuses don't need to retreat at all when they go out to practice, they can get what they want in their hearts during the practice, and break through on the spot.

When you get older, even though you have experienced enough, it doesn't make much sense to go outside and wander, and you will choose to retreat in the sect.

Some of them will die until they break through, while others will not die.

The great thing about geniuses is not only their talent, but their knowledge of their limits.

Most people will choose to train younger generations, or travel around the mountains, and some people will go to participate in various wars, such as going to Penglaizhou to seek death.

This is retreat, boring?

For monks, the process of enlightenment must be boring, but if the cultivation base increases, even if it is just a little bit, it will be so refreshing.

But for Jiang Lin.

Although it is very cool to improve the realm, but I really can't stand enlightenment.

It's like you're dying on a physics problem, it's just too painful.

It can be said that Jiang Lin's retreats in the past were not because of any spiritual gain.

Hard to say why.

That is, Jiang Lin doesn't know where his way is at all.

What to talk about.

Therefore, every time Jiang Lin retreated before, it was because of problems with the exercises of Sun and Moon, and he felt that there was something that he didn't quite understand, so the so-called retreat

And this kind of retreat because of the practice problem is very fast.

Coupled with Jiang Lin's character of putting it aside if he can't figure it out, it's not just fast.

Basically, the total number of retreats in Jiang Lin's eight years of cultivation has not exceeded five times, and the total duration has not even exceeded one month.

Of course, with Jiang Lin like this, he can enter the realm of watching the sea within eight years, and even step into the realm of Longmen.

In a sense, Jiang Lin is indeed a genius

but this time

Seems like an accident

As usual, Jiang Lin woke up early in the morning, brushed his teeth with the waterfall water, washed his face, and walked the boxing pole ten times as radio gymnastics.

In the end, Jiang Lin picked up the first snow and drew a line on a tree next to the waterfall.

I wrote the word "positive" and added two horizontal strokes.

In other words, I have been here for seven days

During these seven days, Jiang Lin went to bed late and woke up early.

Aside from washing your face, brushing your teeth, eating breakfast and writing the word "正" on the big tree, the first thing you do is to close your spiritual aperture, and then stand on the rock with Chuxue and keep facing the giant that is so huge that you feel so small. Waterfall waving.

But the problem is, let alone breaking a hole in the waterfall to stop the waterfall.

Damn Jiang Lin seriously doubts whether his sword energy has cut such a little splash

Whether it is a fantasy world or a cultivation world, in Jiang Lin's view, there are only two ways to attack.

Physical damage and magic damage.

Wufu uses Wufu Zhenqi to strengthen himself, which is a physical attack.

And the magic spell chanted in the monk's mouth is a magic attack.

As for the sword repair, it is mainly the physical total, supplemented by the magic attack.

One sword breaks the world, one sword breaks ten thousand spells, and the rest of the spells are just for better use of the sword.

It is good to create spells using the characteristics of the natal flying sword, but a sword is always a sword, and sword cultivation relies on a sword in hand!

No matter what kind of flying sword's natal supernatural powers, they are just serving the sword itself.

As Senior Shili said.

I have been using Chuxue's icy nature to create various spells. To me, Chuxue is like a tool to launch spells, but I have ignored Chuxue's sword itself.

My use of Chuxue's sword energy and my comprehension of Chuxue herself are very few.

Strictly speaking, apart from having a natal flying sword, he is no longer a strict swordsman.

With a thought, Chuxue flew out of Jiang Lin's acupoint.

After spinning a few times in the air, Chuxue, which was like an embroidery needle, became the size of a normal flying sword and landed in Jiang Lin's palm.

Holding a sword flower habitually, Jiang Lin closed his acupoint and stood in front of the waterfall.

For a sword cultivator, if there is no master to provide spiritual power, then the natal flying sword is just an ordinary long sword (of course, even an ordinary long sword is much better than those famous soldiers in the mortal world) ).

Seriously, if Senior Shili hadn't closed his spiritual aperture and showed Jiang Lin a tree branch.

Giving Jiang Lin the confidence (illusion) that he can do it himself, Jiang Lin probably packed up and left on the third day.

And under this kind of self-confidence (illusion), Jiang Lin felt that no matter how high the level of Senior Shili was, how high could it be? It can't be Ascension Realm, can it?

Since it is not the Ascension Realm, even if it is a sword cultivator in the Immortal Realm, if the spiritual orifice is closed, then the spiritual power cannot be used, except that the physical fitness is relatively strong (the monk realm can feed back the physical body, but compared to the martial arts, the feedback is very limited), Nothing else.

And I still hold the first snow, not a branch, it shouldn't be

Fuck! Isn't this waterfall poisonous? !

After daily depression and doubts about life, Jiang Lin, who had accepted the reality, was already sitting by the waterfall and cooking eggs and porridge with preserved eggs and lean meat.

People are iron rice and steel, although they say they can fast, but they can't eat delicious food, what fun is there in life.

After breakfast, Jiang Lin continued to wave the first snow in his hand towards the waterfall.

It wasn't until noon that Jiang Lin felt that his arm was not his own, and he was too tired to condense Chuxue's sword energy, so he didn't give up.

Lying on the boulder, Jiang Lin looked hopeless.

Sometimes Jiang Lin even wanted to let go of his spirit aperture, and he could swing his sword.

But Jiang Lin had a feeling.

I feel that even if I unlock the spirit aperture and swing it with all my strength, this waterfall cannot be broken

If this is the case, then I must give up.

It's like if you solo with someone else with one foot, it's okay if you can't win, but if you use both hands and find that you can't win, then it's cheating.

Then you have to doubt your life

"Chuxue, is it true that I, your master, is still too good?"

Holding Chu Xuexue high, Jiang Lin sighed softly.

In the past five days, after closing the spirit orifice, Jiang Lin could only rely on the connection of mind and spirit to exert Chuxue's sword energy.

In this way, how much Chuxue's sword energy can be displayed depends entirely on how close Jiang Lin and Chuxue's mind connection is.

The close connection between Jianxiu and the Flying Sword depends on how much the master knows about the Flying Sword.

The natal flying sword was conceived and born by the sword cultivator, and no sword cultivator's natal flying sword is the same, so the natal flying sword is also regarded as the root of the sword cultivator.

If a monk cuts off his natal flying sword, it is equivalent to cutting off his own spiritual roots, and the longevity bridge that communicates with various spiritual orifices in his body will also be broken.

At that time, let alone practice, even if you become an ordinary person, you will still be weak and sick, and your life will not be long.

So the natal flying sword is the life of the sword cultivator, and the death of the sword is not empty talk.

However, the death of a person does not necessarily mean the death of a sword.

In the Sword Cultivation Sect, if the suzerain or an elder has exhausted his vitality, he will usually sever contact with the flying sword of his own destiny and leave the flying sword to future generations to strengthen the strength of his own sect.

After all, the refined flying sword can be used as a magic weapon for body protection, how good it is...

Therefore, the natal flying sword is interdependent with the sword cultivator. It is not too much to say that the two are the closest brothers and sisters, or even worse.

Jiang Lin thought that he already knew enough about his own brother, Chuxue.

After all, we have been together for so many years, and we have fallen in love after a long time...

As a result, it seems that something has gone wrong in the past seven days.

Jiang Lin found out that he didn't understand Chuxue at all, otherwise how could the degree of unity with Chuxue's sword heart be so low

"Are we a plastic brotherhood?"

Looking at Chuxue, Jiang Lin was heartbroken

But Chuxue didn't even bother with Jianming, and just kept silent, and even wanted to give Jiang Lin a supercilious look.

Looking carefully at Chuxue who is with me day and night, I have to say that my Chuxue is really beautiful.

The whole body is as transparent as forged from ice and snow, the sword body is thin and sharp, the simple notch will not feel like a middle school, but gives people an artistic sense of volley carving, just like a graceful woman in a white and elegant dress standing in the snow middle.

As soon as the hilt of the sword was held, it exuded a slight chill. The feeling of taking advantage of the hand made Jiang Lin feel that there was no other sword in the world that could compare to Chuxue.

Even if he was an immortal soldier, he would not trade Chuxue with him.

"Oh, Chuxue, it's the master who has been ignoring you, and I haven't really gotten to know you."

Jiang Lin flicked Chuxue's blade as if flicking her forehead.

After a long time, Jiang Lin sat up,

Anyway, I have been tired for seven days, and I don't want to just give up.

"Chuxue, don't worry, master, I will definitely bring out your sword energy to the fullest! I will never use you as a tool sword for spell engines again."

The words fell to the ground.

Listening to Jiang Lin's words, Chuxue seemed to make a slight noise.

"Eh? Chuxue, are you encouraging me, master?" Jiang Lin's eyes suddenly wet, "Chuxue, don't worry! I will treat you well! Get to know you deeply! Become the caring master who understands you best in the world!"

Chu Xuejian let out a sword cry again.

"Chuxue, what do you mean, tell me not to work too hard?" Jiang Lin rubbed Chuxue in his arms, "Don't worry Chuxue, all the hard work is worth it, I will definitely work hard!"

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In fact, Chuxue has been scolding Jiang Lin just now, but with Jiang Lin's strong brain power, Chuxue no longer screams swords, for fear that he will kiss herself a few times.

Hold the sword in front, stand on the stone of the waterfall, even if you close your spiritual aperture, but you still care about Chuxue, this is the connection between the master and the natal flying sword.

Above the sword energy is the sword intent!

Only when he has truly mastered Chuxue's sword energy can he develop the sword intent that he has understood about the way of the sword.

Only based on the sword intent of one's own natal flying sword, can one refer to other people's sword intent.

Achieve the so-called "enlightenment", so as to melt the opponent's sword intent comprehension into one's own.

Otherwise, it will overwhelm the host.

If a person doesn't even know the sword intent of his own natal flying sword, how can he dare to comprehend the sword intent of other people?

That's why Jiang Lin never touched the sword intent that Senior Sword Spirit gave him.

In the eyes of Senior Sword Spirit, Jiang Lin already had his own sword intent. After all, as a sword cultivator, the moment he stepped into the cave, he had his own basic sword intent.

But the problem is that Jiang Lin really didn't

Closing his eyes, Jiang Lin sensed Chuxue's existence, and felt Chuxue's sword energy as usual.

Condensed with Chuxue's sword energy, Jiang Lin slowly raised it up, intending to swing the sword down as usual.

However, when Jiang Lin raised Chuxue high above his head, he never waved it down.

Because Jiang Lin and Chuxue had cut off the connection of spiritual power and only had the connection of mind and spirit, although Chuxue's sword energy felt a little weak, it was more pure.

Gradually, for some reason, a strange feeling began to penetrate into my palm from Chuxue, and then invaded my blood, like spiritual power, but more like sword energy

Like the tip of an ice thorn, and like the blade of an ice knife, the frost-cold sword energy is full of icyness and danger, as if if Chuxue is not careful, his blood vessels will be cut by Chuxue.

Jiang Lin didn't stop Chuxue, but let Chuxue enter her body.

Every time the frosty sword energy passed through one part of his body, the blood was coagulated and the blood vessels were also frozen.

In the end, Chuxue's sword energy invaded Jiang Lin's heart.

In an instant, Jiang Lin's heart froze into an ice sculpture and stopped beating.

Jiang Lin, who held his long sword high, exuded a cold air all over his body, and under his skin seemed to be purple frozen and protruding veins.

White frost began to cover Jiang Lin's skin layer by layer, like a glacier.

A girl with silver hair and silver eyes in a white dress floated behind Jiang Lin.

The girl stretched her arms around his neck, like snow-white cheeks clinging to him,

A little naughty, but also a little well-behaved, she likes to wear a white dress with her bare feet floating in the air to pad her perfect snow feet.

The bell on the white ankle rang crisply.