After handing over the ghost cry to Elder Zhou, the Dragon Pavilion Lord left with his legs. After grabbing the ghost cry, he was happy for a while, but soon, the excitement passed, and it was replaced by boredom.

Crying with ghosts, he didn't think it was fun at all. Now that I finally left the main peak, how can I stop if I don't take the opportunity to have a good time for a while.

"It's decided. The master of the Dragon Pavilion washed his palms: "Take the dark road, go out of Shu Mountain, and go to play with black and white real people." ”

The black and white real people live in Cuizhu Peak, which is also part of Shu Mountain, but in the edge area, it is not covered by the Shu Mountain Array.

The black and white real man itself is not fun, but his children and grandchildren are fun! all of them are chubby and fluffy, and they are called cute.

His favorite thing to do is to rub their faces vigorously, and he is especially happy to see them angry and helpless.

Elder Zhou was much more patient than the Dragon Pavilion Lord, he carefully introduced everything around him for Ghost Cry, arranged accommodation, purchased a jade plate to verify his identity, and worked hard all day.

At night, the observatory is very cold.

In the pavilion, Elder Lin was trembling with hoarfrost on his face. He shuddered and boiled a cup of hot tea, held it in the palm of his hand, and drank it without a sip, which made him feel better. He stretched his neck and looked at the dark distance, hoping that the three pavilion masters would come back soon.

In my heart, I faintly felt that something was wrong.

A day passed, and the three pavilion masters did not come back, and his face was blue from the cold. But he couldn't see it anymore, because his face had turned completely white, and it was a thick layer of frost that made him look like he was powdered, like a ghost.

And the ghost crying in the sword tower at the foot of the main peak began the life of Shushan.

In other sects, the disciples are lively, the elders are serious, and the head is the most serious.

And Shushan is different, it is upside down.

The three pavilion masters are the most lively, the six sword masters do whatever they want, the rest of the elders have a gentle personality, and the disciples are extremely serious.

This is the case with the disciples in the Sword Tower, although they live together, they are distinct. Each practiced swordsmanship, and no one bothered anyone.

This kind of atmosphere is very peculiar. No one bothered anyone, but they all influenced each other.

So, Devil May Cry quickly blended into it and began a life of three points and one line.

At dawn, the rooster crows, gets up, washes and goes out, and practices.

In the early morning, when the ground was frosty, I went to the elders to get the day's dry food and found a place to eat hot.

In the morning, continue the practice.

At noon, eat.

In the afternoon, continue to rest.

In the evening, have dinner and then head to the sword washing pool.

Come back in the evening, go into the room, open the window, sit cross-legged on the bed, and visualize.

Life here is not pretty. More so, ascetic-like.

And the ghost cries, but he is willing to be gluttonous and addicted to it.

Luo Kai had such a period of time, it was still when he was in school, and he had a heavy amount of homework every day, from morning self-study to evening self-study, except for five meals a day, he was dealing with books, and he didn't know how to survive.

Yang An also had such a period of time, and that was the period when he was determined to take revenge. In addition to practicing swords every day, practicing swords is practicing swords, and then reporting hatred.

This is the so-called "Ten Years of Grinding a Sword", this Shushan cheats, there are no mysterious things at all, just some strict norms for daily life. Treating people like swords, they are forged, quenched, and polished, and finally they become sharp little by little, until they become a sharp sword with broken hair.

However, this norm is extremely strict, and a little laxity will not have half an effect.

Three days later, the annoyed black and white real person secretly reported that the three pavilion masters were found and escorted home.

Five days later, Devil Cry began to become manic, and there was a power in his heart that was ready to move. And whenever this happens, he will go to the sword washing pool. The cold water washed away the scars on the knife and calmed his heart.

Ten days later, the mania on Devil Cry was gone, replaced by a deep exhaustion.

A month later, the exhaustion in his body was gone, and only the numbness on his face remained.

As the days passed, the ghost cried more and more numb. Before he knew it, he was timing it down to every breath. It takes a few breaths to eat, a few breaths to visualize, a few breaths to sleep, a few breaths to practice, all of them are planned, and the day is full and the final is meticulously completed.

Finally, one day three months later, Devil Cry slashed out.

The flames that were cut out were thrown out, turning into a red knife light flashed, and the wooden target in front of him was instantly split into two, and a large area of scorched black at the fracture was still slowly burning, and green smoke rose.

This knife is called Blade Flowing Fire.

The scabbard was retrieved, and then the knife was put back into the sheath, and the bell rang, and the sound went from low to high, from slow to fast. Eventually, it became one.

The heavier the sound became, the heavier the atmosphere became, the feeling of heaviness was formless and substantial, but it was so real, the dead leaves that had been floating in the air were pressed to the ground, unable to move.

Ghost Cry walked forward with his feet raised, and slowly pulled out the knife at his waist.

The knife is very long, and it should be difficult to pull it out. But in the hands of Devil Cry, it is so relaxed and freehand.

With a "choking" sound, the knife was pulled out, the scabbard fell to the ground, and the left hand rested on the hilt, leaning against the iron ring. Ten fingers, one by one, bent, clenched.

A knife, the standard is solemn.

The iron rod stuck in the ground in front of him was cut off with a knife and clanged to the ground.

This knife is called Soul Slashing.

The ghost cried at his feet, his figure flashed, and he disappeared in an instant, disappearing without a trace. And the bell is still ringing, but it comes from all directions.

Suddenly, he suddenly appeared, bending down to pick up the scabbard on the ground.

There was a clanging sound, and several broken iron rods fell to the ground, rolling.

This knife is called Breaking Life and Death.

Three swords were slashed out, and Devil Cry's eyes began to glow again. At this stage, "Ten Years of Sharpening a Sword" has finally become. In just three months, Devil Cry has completed an unprecedented transformation.

The long knife in his hand is not much sharper than before, but it is many times stronger, and it has become more compatible with his demonic energy, and the blade has also changed slightly, making it easier for him to exert his strength.

And he himself, he also integrated what he had learned before, combined with his own supernatural spells, and developed these three sword techniques that can be used as killing moves.

The three moves were finally fully developed, and Ghost Cry felt a burst of relief, and I couldn't help but feel tired.

He cheered up, walked back to the room in a trance, and fell asleep.

Elder Zhou came to the place where Ghost Cry was just now, looking at all this caused by the three knives of Ghost Cry, his face showed an excited look, he pulled out his sword and gestured for a while, and finally sighed: "Good knife technique." ”

With that, he lifted his feet and left.

As soon as he walked on his front foot, a man hurried in on his hind foot, a young man, of ordinary appearance, dressed in a linen robe, with a rudimentary sword pinned to his waist.

There is also a group of ordinary mortals in Shushan who are not Shushan disciples, they are the relatives of Shushan disciples in the past generations, and they have stayed in Shushan, generally living in the only village in Shushan, part of them farming, part of them helping to do chores, there are no foreign enemies, and no one will bully them, and life is also beautiful.