People all have dreams, and may be suppressed by reality, but there are still some.

And for men, sword is a dream and an agreement.

However, at some point, the sword has become extremely popular, extremely ordinary, and even weak, and can only be used as a weapon for rituals, making people unable to raise the slightest energy.

The murderous knife, domineering halberd, sweeping iron spear, bending the bow and shooting eagle, the hammer falls like a mountain collapse, the sickle hides the treacherous... No matter how bad it is, a pair of irritable fists are also the most powerful weapon.

The knife is the Tao.

Fist is power.

A halberd can be the ultimate.

Where is the sword?

There is nothing in the sword, it only has old-fashioned, traditional, etiquette, accompaniment, soft, weak power...

The sword is broken.

Because, at some point, it can no longer support people's hearts and cannot give people strength and faith.

"One day, I will definitely become a great sword immortal!"

"Me too!"

That was just a joke between the two children.

The picture in Xia Xuan's thoughts flashed by, it was from his previous life...

He looked up at the sword on the table.

But there is no desire to draw the sword.

If you can't be shocked by one sword and dazzling, why do you need to pull it out?

He knows the Demon Sutra, understands the treasure books, and is familiar with the academic knowledge of hundreds of schools, but he does not have much swordsmanship.

"Divine Enlightenment" did not give him such ability.

However, Xia Xuan is not only optimistic, but also stubborn. He is the kind of stubborn person who goes all the way and never turns back, and is like an old ox.

"Since I've given it or not, I'll understand it myself and then create it again."

Therefore, after he realized that it was impossible to obtain a swordsmanship technique stronger than the [Extreme Taoist Sutra] through "Divine Enlightenment" in a short period of time, he kept thinking and simulating it in his mind.

Drunk and singing wildly, unruly, unable to use martial arts, but he kept thinking stubbornly - sword.

Bang ~

Bang ~

Bang ~

"The weather is dry, be careful of the candle~~"

The sound of knocking on the people sounded in the autumn rain, floating quietly in the quiet night.

Xia Xuan looked at the thoughtful look and relaxed. He put down the martial arts book he had just read, then stood up and looked out the window.

It's the third day, and the autumn rain has just stopped. It's time to go out to eat something. There is nothing I can do, and I will be hungry at night.

So the young master grabbed a black umbrella and walked out the door. Although the Xia family had the rules of night ban, was it not a road to say that the wall was not a road?

The young master decided to walk away from the wall and walk openly.

He skillfully walked around the patrol guards and came to the west of Xia Mansion.

There is a red apricot tree next to the wall. Although it has no fruit, it is also the only place where Xia Mansion can climb out.

Xia Xuan naturally does not rely on martial arts when he goes out, otherwise he will be asked afterwards and cannot be said.

So, this is his way.

However, today he suddenly stopped because he noticed that there was a person hidden behind the apricot tree...

The man heard the movement and walked out directly. With the red lanterns in Xia's mansion, he could see clearly that Xia Wudi was.

At this time, she was wearing a milky white pajama, with her hips on her hips and said with a smile: "It's so late, where are you going?"

Xia Xuan was happy and said speechlessly: "Xia Qing, you are not my mother, you are just my sister, find out your identity."

"Mom is so doting on you, so I will naturally care!" Xia Wudi put his waist on his back, "Tell me, where are you going?"

Xia Xuan said: "I won't go, I won't go anywhere... I'll go back to sleep."

As he said that, he let out a sigh of relief, walked back with his hands and pillows, returned to the house for a stick of incense, and he went out again...

Then I saw Xia Wudi under the red apricot tree again.

The second sister looked at him with a smile.

Xia Xuan said speechlessly: "Xia Qing, don't you have to go to the Divine Eagle Hall tomorrow? Isn't the world very chaotic recently?"

Xia Wudi held his chin and smiled and said, "Didn't you say you can't go? Why are you here again?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Xia Xuan sighed, ran to her, rubbed her shoulders with both hands, and said sincerely: "Okay, OK, I really won't go, you're working so hard..."

Xia Wudi felt the right kneading and said, "This is almost the same."

So she yawned back to sleep.

Xia Xuan also went back.

Another stick of incense...

The siblings met under the red apricot tree for the third time.

Xia Xuan:...

Xia Wudi:...

Silently looking at each other, an awkward atmosphere began to spread.

Xia Xuan turned around and left without saying a word.

When the fourth time was about to be seen, he found that the red apricot tree had been cut by a knife...

The cut of the knife mark is as smooth as a mirror, and it is obviously done by the master. One knife and two cuts are nothing more than this, which fully demonstrates the master's anger.

Xia Xuan:...

...

...

The next morning.

After Xia Xuan got up, he grabbed a "Story" layer of exercises and read them carefully. When he flipped through the last, he closed his eyes and simulated every move in this "Story" in his mind.

Any exercise that can be used as fusion does not require you to practice, but at least you need to be able to understand it, so that it can be used as "one of the exercises of fusion".

About half an hour later, the sandalwood beside the table burned to the end, and Xia Xuan opened his eyes...

In the fusion progress, the "(8/10)" in the column of the word "gong" has become (9/10). Just need to understand the "art" level of exercises, and he can merge a random second-grade "gong" level of exercises, and his realm is complete.

But these are not enough. But in Shu Kingdom, unless he slaughtered the people and asked about hidden secrets, he would never find any complete advanced skills.

Is it only possible to go to a farther foreign country?

Just as he was thinking, the door suddenly rang, and the maid Qing Zhuzi came over and reported: "Young Master, the daughter of the Su Hou's family, and the yamen of the General's family are all here to visit you, and are waiting in the front hall now."

"I understand, Qingzhuzi, I'll go there in a while."

Xia Xuan calculated the day and knew that today was the full moon poetry meeting with the Mid-Autumn Festival. Although it rained last night, it had cleared this morning.

The frost sky is thousands of miles long, the maple is red, the chrysanthemums are yellow, which is the day when the talented men and women in the capital make an appointment to go out.

You must know...

This circle of talented men and women is all the nobles in the capital or nearby, or the young princes and princesses of aristocratic families. They are also treasures that are well protected by the heads of each family.

After all, this person has struggled, experienced vicissitudes and the coldness of the world, and he always hopes that one or two of his juniors can be innocent and carefree, so he can make up for his regrets.

The circle of talented men and women is composed of such a group of lucky people.

Xia Xuan changed into a long moon-white dress and grabbed a folding fan of the national master's painting.

The words on the folding fan are written with four words "Xiaoyao and Wuyou", which were presented to his father by the famous poet Ouyang Zuiweng.

And his father, Xia Shanguo, gave it to him again.

After all, in Xia Shanguo's view, his career has been inherited by his eldest son Xia Mingkong, and Xia Qing is also very promising and has a very high talent in martial arts. In such a family, he hopes that his younger son can be happy and safe.

Free and worry-free is also my father’s expectation and indulgence for him.

Xia Xuan grabbed the folding fan and stepped out of the door.

Tonight, the full moon night, is the most romantic time to recite poetry.
Chapter completed!