Huayu and Tantai Xiaoyu on the mountain road naturally won't worry about Watson's future practice.

With a master like the abbot, Watson practiced on Wentian Peak, which even he and himself could not climb every day.

The two believed that perhaps when he returned from Kunlun, this guy had already entered the foundation-building realm, and he might even be a monk in the golden elixir realm like themselves.

Thinking of this, Tantai Xiaoyu was startled, looked at Hua Yu and asked blankly: "Is that possible?"

Hua Yu shook her head and replied softly: "Who knows?"

Only Nalan Qiuxue was depressed. Originally, she came to Watson to discuss life-long matters, but she missed the current opportunity because of her own reserve.

After much deliberation, the only option was to wait until she came back from Kunlun.

At this moment, a man's gentle voice came from the front of the team: "Junior sister Qiu Xue, please come forward. Is there anything you want to do with me?"

Upon hearing this, Nalan Qiuxue was obviously reluctant to step forward.

But when he heard that his senior sister was looking for him, he had to say to Hua Yu: "Junior sister, I'll go and have a look. Let's continue chatting in the evening."

Hua Yu nodded and replied softly: "We'll talk in the evening."

When Nalan Qiuxue walked away, Tantai Xiaoyu gently poked Hua Yu's hand and said mysteriously: "It's over. Someone wants to poach your brother. Are you afraid as a sister?"

Unexpectedly, Hua Yu said casually: "I won't worry about my brother. Aren't you still here? It's really an advantage for you to have one less opponent."

After saying that, he whispered softly in her ear: "There are no women in Yunqi Temple, and there is no one to compete with you, so don't worry."

When Tantai Xiaoyu heard this, she couldn't help but giggle: "Fortunately, you are brothers and sisters, otherwise I would have suspected that you are a shameless guy. Ouch..."

After a moment of silence, Hua Yu said: "So, from now on, you don't have to worry about her affairs. We just pretend that we haven't seen anything and that nothing has happened."

Tantai Xiaoyu was stunned for a moment, then laughed softly: "You are so poisonous."

…

The departing heroes of heaven walked on the long mountain road. Even Qiyun Temple also sent seven young monks.

After all, no major sect would want to miss this opportunity that comes once in a century, and Buddhism is no exception.

Watson, who was sitting in the Buddhist hall, had calmed down, holding the tea in his hand, listening to the master's explanation of the next arrangements.

After drinking two cups of tea, Watson thought for a while and said: "This disciple is already at the fourth level of foundation building, and he also has a century-old elixir. If he tempers his body again, he may be able to break through to the fifth level."

Liao Chen thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, wait until you are almost done with your sword skills, then use it to temper your body and strive to break through to the second level of formless body."

Watson thought for a while and said solemnly: "Is the place where the disciple is going dangerous? Even if it is dangerous, the master will be with the disciple, so there is no need to be so nervous, right?"

Liao Chen looked into his eyes and said seriously: "Only you can go to that place, neither my teacher nor your uncle can go there."

Watson was shocked when he heard this, and murmured to himself: "What a terrible place that must be, where even my uncle can't go?"

Liao Chen smiled when he heard this, looked at him and said quietly: "What are you afraid of? You have the Demon-Conquering Sword... You will know the specific place when the time comes."

Watson was depressed, thinking that he had finally reached the fourth level of foundation building. Seeing that the Formless Dharmakaya was about to reach the second level of cultivation, he thought he could make great achievements.

I never expected that after listening to Master's words, I realized that I was going to explore an unknown place alone. It seemed that the difficulty would not be much lower than that of Kunlun where my sister went.

For a moment, I felt a little sad, and my proud head lowered.

I felt dejected, even a little lonely.

He will not compare himself to his sister and Nalan Qiuxue for the time being. If he had come in the past, he and these beauties of heaven would have been in two different worlds.

However, now that he has set foot on Wentian Peak, the Golden Core Realm is no longer the realm that he has been thinking about... Until this moment, he realizes more truly and clearly that he may have just begun to suffer.

Thinking about the troubles he was about to face, Watson bid farewell to his master and returned to the small courtyard with his sword in his arms.

The building is now empty, my sister and Tantai Xiaoyu have gone down the mountain, and the small courtyard has returned to its former lonely and deserted state.

From today on, he will eat alone, make tea alone, and practice sword practice alone.

However, this past summer had made him accustomed to his sister's existence. He couldn't help but feel a little sad to suddenly return to a life alone.

There is no news about my parents, and my younger sister is going to Kunlun for spiritual practice.

His next task is probably to practice sword fighting with all his strength. It is just a sword to conquer demons. He may not be able to perfect it even if he spends ten years polishing it, let alone only ten days.

It seems that Master also has a last resort reason.

Just like my sister going to Kunlun, when the time comes, I have to leave.

After his sister left, Watson looked at the neatly tidied room and couldn't help but sigh softly, thinking that he could have a peaceful sleep today.

I was holding my sister's quilt and was about to put it away in the cabinet, but suddenly I felt my tentacles were cold. When I looked carefully, I saw that there were five gold coins.

For a moment, I only felt pain in my eyes, and two tears fell.

After tidying up his sister's room, he went to take care of his own room. Just as he lay down and pulled up the pillow, another cool feeling came from his hand.

When he touched it with his hand, it turned out to be ten gold coins this time. He sighed in his heart and suddenly understood how Tantai Xiaoyu said that he owed her a favor.

The two women left quietly, fearing that they would not even go to the small town at the foot of the mountain because they had no money, so they each left a few gold coins for themselves.

In Watson's opinion, his sister gave him these gold coins, and he was afraid that he would be poor in the days to come.

I can only work hard and practice hard, earn money to spend with my sister, and then repay Tantai Xiaoyu's favor.

…

Early autumn is the season when wild fruits in the mountains are ripe. At this time in previous years, Watson would have gone wild in the mountains, but this year he did not dare to pick wild fruits.

Holding the sword under the plum tree, what I was thinking about was how to use the iron sword to use the wind-chasing sword.

A gust of autumn wind passed by, and his brows furrowed.

Previously, he used this move with a bamboo sword, and occasionally he could cut off a fallen leaf in the wind. After switching to an iron sword, he couldn't even touch the leaves.

When I was distracted for a moment, the fallen leaves I felt in the wind disappeared instantly.

After a moment of silence, I closed my eyes and tried to use my heavenly eyes to sense the subtlest changes in the vitality of the world. Sure enough, the fallen leaves of the pear tree passed by with a gust of wind, and a few leaves left the branches.

But when he swung the iron sword in his hand and wanted to chop it down, there was no trace of the leaves.

A voice rang in his ear: "What do you feel? How do you practice swordsmanship in this gentle breeze and drizzle?"

Watson opened his eyes, looked at the white-bearded old monk who had entered the small courtyard at some time, and said unconfidently: "Uncle, I want to practice sword drawing as fast as the wind. Is there any way?"

"There are many ways, it just depends on your understanding and your willingness to endure hardship."

The white-bearded old monk gently stroked the white beard on his chin and said lovingly: "Come here and make some tea. I will take you to a place later."

Not knowing what to do, Watson put away his iron sword and went to the table to light a fire and boil water.

Looking at the white-bearded old monk, he asked: "Uncle, is there another place in the temple where you can practice swordsmanship?"

"I don't know if it's a treasure to others, but considering your current situation, it's definitely a good choice."

The white-bearded old monk looked at him and said, "Your sister left for Kunlun yesterday. Are you a little disappointed? In fact, if you insist, you can go with us."

Shaking his head, Watson thought about what his master said, and replied softly: "The disciple's path is not in Kunlun. Going there will only affect my sister's practice, and it will not be of much benefit to myself."

In his opinion, not to mention Tantai Xiaoyu who gave him a headache, and Nalan Qiuxue who didn't express his attitude, if he went alone, he would just accompany three girls every day, and he wouldn't have to do anything else.

That kind of life is not what he wants.

The white-bearded old monk sighed and asked, "I heard that you mastered the sword technique of subduing demons on Wentian Peak? Tell me about it?"

When Watson heard this, he immediately complained and replied: "Actually, the disciple only understood the first form of Chasing the Wind with a Sword. I asked the disciples who were taught by Vajra Bodhisattva on the Tianfeng Mountain in their dreams."

The white-bearded old monk nodded and smiled: "Wu Jian in my dream, you are the number one person in the temple."

Watson poured a cup of tea for the white-bearded old monk, but thought to himself, so what, I can't even pick up the Demon-Conquering Sword now?

The white-bearded old monk seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, and said quietly: "Today is the year, what about next year? What about the year after that? Your cultivation is increasing step by step, is it possible that the epee will still grow?

Can’t make it?”

When Watson heard this, he was stunned and speechless.

Just like what the white-bearded old monk said, I am building a foundation now, and maybe by the time winter comes, I will have entered the golden elixir.

I can't move freely in the Golden Core Realm. What if I enter the Nascent Soul Realm?

The epee is just there, but it can't add any weight. It seems that I am too impatient.

The two of them sat under the eaves, listening to the gentle breeze in the mountains, and drank two cups of tea quietly.

The white-bearded old monk put down his teacup, waved his hand and said, "Follow me..." After saying that, he got up and walked out of the small courtyard.

The two of them left the courtyard one after another, bypassed the woods, and walked towards a canyon at the foot of Wentian Peak. Watson suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing in his face.

Looking carefully, I saw a narrow valley in front of me, no more than a dozen feet wide, with black stone walls on both sides. There were no trees on the stone walls, not even a few grasses.

A gust of wind passed by, and a whistling sound could be heard in the canyon.

The white-bearded old monk looked at Watson and said: "This place has storms for one to two hours every day, which is just the right time for you to practice your sharp sword."

Watson felt the breeze beside him and was speechless for a moment.

The white-bearded old monk shook his head, looked back at him and said seriously: "In spring, summer, autumn and winter, the wind blows at different times, and its intensity is even different, which allows you to experience different storms."

After pondering for a moment, Watson asked tentatively: "Is this season the most intense?"

"Haha, you are thinking too much!"

The white-bearded old monk laughed out loud, looked at him and shook his head again and again and said: "Everyone in the world wants to practice a fast sword, but not many people are willing to endure hardship... The wind right now is the gentlest..."

The autumn wind is gentle? Watson thought to himself, what does this mean? Could it be that he dislikes me for not having enough strength to practice here?

"Uncle, how can I practice here?" Watson asked carefully.

The white-bearded old monk gradually lost his smile, looked at him with a serious expression and said, "How you practice your sword on weekdays is the same here. The only difference is that you have to fight against the storm that is about to come."

Just one sentence left Watson shocked and speechless. He was speechless for a long time. According to the white-bearded old monk, asking him to practice the Wind Chasing Sword in the strong wind really broke his thinking state!

After a long silence, Watson asked in a daze: "Uncle, how long should I practice here every day?"

The white-bearded old monk was stunned for a moment, looked at him and said with a smile: "If the wind doesn't stop, you are not allowed to leave, otherwise I will make you taste even worse."

Several leaves fell from the sky, but before they could fall beside Watson, they were picked up by a gust of wind and quickly blown in the direction from which they came, ending up unknown.

Watson was stunned for a moment and asked in confusion: "Is the wind going to blow?"
Chapter completed!