C11 (1/2)

The morning of the next day, he would eat breakfast and go cultivate the Illusory Sword Spell in the small forest near the Peach Blossom Lake.

Last night, Meng Yu cultivated the《 Jade Void Body-refining Spell》, he could feel that the Ice Kylin in the depths of his soul started to slowly become stronger after cultivating this technique.

The little forest was covered in red, making it look extremely beautiful. Meng Yu did not see any trace of Xia Ting.

He did not pay any attention to it. In the forest, he held onto the Blue Snake Sword and started training according to the technique in the book.

However, what was strange was that after refining for a few hours, he could only slowly and thoroughly familiarize himself with the first part of the < Illusory Sword Spell > technique and could not link them together.

Once he forcefully made a series of moves, those movements would become out of shape and become extremely awkward.

At first, Meng Yu did not mind, he thought that it was probably because he was not familiar with those sword movements yet.

However, after five to six days, Meng Yu, who had originally been using his basic skills, was now completely familiar with the first ten sword moves of the sword arts.

Although these sword techniques were very fluid when used alone, once used together, the movements would become deformed just like before.

Meng Yu was confused, he ran over to the Mystery Temple to listen to the elder's lecture, and coincidentally, what the elder was explaining was not sword moves, but rather, sword moves.

He thought to himself, could it be that I don't have the talent to use the sword? Or could it be that the Illusory Sword Spell was not suitable for him to cultivate?

With a 'chi', he sent out a move. It perfectly followed the lines and cut a peach flower that fell from the tree into three petals.

But when he wanted to use the Sword-style continuously, with a bang, Meng Yu's body and sword could not listen to him at all, and struck down a peach tree, causing a sky full of falling flowers.

Meng Yu sighed, and smiled bitterly at the sword in his hand.

”Junior apprentice-brother.”

Just then, there was a sound, and in the splash of water, a figure emerged from the water, jumping in front of Meng Yu.

”Senior Sister Xia Ting.”

Meng Yu politely greeted her. He only saw that the girl's body was wet, her clothes were tightly wrapped around her delicate body, and her curves were completely exposed. Meng Yu rubbed his nose, gulped and looked away.

”If you continue to practice the sword like this, ten more years won't be of any use.” Xia Ting said indifferently.

In these past few days, she had seen the youth practice the sword a few times.

Meng Yu was stunned, and quickly bowed to humbly and asked: ”Senior Sister, please advise.”

”Those who practice the sword must first understand the sword, and communicate with the sword's heart. The sword has a spirit, the heart has a sword, the sword can only be driven by you. What you are practicing is not an ordinary sword technique, but a sword cultivation method. However, you do not have a sword in your heart, so you cannot combine your moves. To become a sword cultivator, the first step is to do it: the sword follows the heart. ”

The young lady spoke coldly as she received the sword from Meng Yu's hand. In an instant, she turned into a series of afterimages as sword light flashed one after another, with flowers falling down, her beautiful body shuttling back and forth like a butterfly.

After half a cup of tea, the sword pierced the ground beside Meng Yu with a clang.

”Good sword!”

Xia Ting praised, and ignored Meng Yu. With a sudden leap, her body flew through the air in a beautiful arc and jumped into the water with a splash.

”Swordsmanship? The sword has a spirit? The sword follows the heart? ”

Meng Yu muttered, he stroked his sword and thought.

After a long time had passed, he seemed to have moved, but he was still unable to pierce through that layer of film.

Time flowed on. Five days had already passed in the blink of an eye.

After going through Xia Ting's guidance, Meng Yu was somewhat enlightened, but there was still no progress in the continuous use of sword moves.

Twenty days later, he and Meng Yang's ”Golden Arrow” skill, Meng Yu could not help but become anxious.

Just then, a disciple walked over and called out to him, ”Meng Yu.”

Meng Yu promised.

”Come to the Sword Discourse Arena, someone is looking for you.”

That disciple then directly left.

”Looking for me?” ”Who is it?”

Meng Yu walked towards the Sword Discourse Arena halfway up the mountain.

The Unravel Sword Pavilion was a place used by the sect to receive guests. It was located halfway up the mountain, and Meng Yu arrived there after a short while through the teleportation circle.

”Young Lord.”

The one looking for him was a tall Domestic Servant from the Meng Family.

”Meng Fu, what business do you have with me?” Meng Yu asked.

”Third master told me to tell Young Lord that after he consumed the Primordial Pill, his injuries had already healed quite a bit. ”The injury will heal in a few days.”

After knowing that Third Uncle Meng Ren's injuries had improved, Meng Yu revealed a smile.

However, when he saw the worry on Meng Fu's face, he could not help but ask, ”Did something happen in the clan?”

Meng Fu didn't answer immediately, but handed over a Storage Bag to Meng Yu.

”The third master ordered me to pass this to the Young Lord. ”Right now, nothing big has happened in the clan, it's just that …”