It is natural and elegant to fly with swords, and it is easy to move and travel through the sky. However, it is easy to watch others control swords. It is really my turn to realize that it is not that easy. It is just a skill to control the speed of the flying sword, which makes Fang Gui fall for countless mistakes.

However, even though it took a whole day to fall and his nose was blue and swollen, Fang Gui was now able to step on the flying sword and slowly float forward without being thrown down by the flying sword. He could not even control the flying sword to accelerate or stop, let alone those difficult actions such as surging the sky, moving and drilling gaps, flashing left and right, and turning in danger.

What's more, these are just the most basic actions of fighting swords. The mysterious things that you will learn in the future, such as winning the enemy with the sword, are far higher than this!

"According to senior brother Aku, for those who practice flying swords, the method of controlling swords is equivalent to body skills. If I want to break through the Ten Miles Valley, I must practice swords very skillfully. The body and swords are integrated and fly wherever I want. But I only have one month, and where is enough. After two days, I can only slide forward slowly. When can I do whatever I want?"

Fang Gui complained secretly in his heart, and the enthusiasm of his previous confidence has now disappeared.

I even thought to myself that Brother Aku didn’t mean to give up my idea of ​​breaking into Shili Valley, right?

But although he realized that it was extremely difficult to practice the sword-controlling method, Fang Gui was not so easily admit defeat.

After struggling for two days, seeing that the progress was really slow, I began to think: "If I keep practicing on the flat ground, fly slowly, then speed up, start from low altitude, then slowly go to high altitude, practice straight, learn to turn, and then learn to move and dodge... I really don't know how long I have to practice. If I want to break through the Ten Miles Valley, I can't do it like this anymore!"

The more he thought about it, the more serious he became: "The most basic thing about practicing flying swords is that he cannot fall off the flying sword. Now I have barely mastered it. Keeping my spiritual breath and the flying sword in a certain way can ensure that my feet are always standing on the sword. It is just that the balance of the body is extremely difficult to master. There are too many obstacles on the flat ground and I fall accidentally. Therefore, if you want to quickly master the flying sword skills, you have to increase your time on the flying sword as much as possible, or increase the space for practice..."

While talking, he looked around.

Suddenly, I looked at a dangerous peak on the left side of Wushan Valley, and couldn't help but have a sudden idea: "If I step on the flying sword and fly down from the dangerous peak, it would be like a fish entering the water and a bird flying in the air? Even if the flying sword is unstable, it will not encounter any obstacles. I will have enough time to feel the feeling of being on the flying sword and practice the skills of driving the flying sword..."

The more I think about it, the more I feel that my idea is useful.

How can you learn to float in shallow puddles? Naturally, you can learn faster in big lakes and rivers!

But he was not a fool after all, and soon realized a serious problem: "I will fall to death..."

But Fang Gui is not so easy to give up. If one idea is wrong, then find another idea.

"If you fall off a cliff, you will die. So just find someone who can't die?"

Thinking of this, he excitedly carried the sword box on his body, ran to Senior Brother Aku's room and flipped through a gourd, filled it with clear water, and put seven or eight elixirs to replenish qi in his arms, and a big chicken leg hummed and crawled into the surrounding mountains. He wandered around between the dangerous ridges of Junfeng and the search for the ideal place to practice flying swords in his mind...

He was very lucky, and soon found a lake seven or eight miles away from Xiaoshiqiao. The lake was about a radius of hundreds of feet. The lake water was clear and the shallowest place was more than meter deep. There was a turbulent waterfall on the south side, falling vertically, more than ten feet long, surrounded by dense bamboo forests. From a distance, you can only see a few pavilions hidden in the forest.

"It's best to jump off the cliff and practice flying swords on this lake!"

"The space is large enough and there are no obstacles. Even if it falls from the flying sword, it will never die if it falls into the lake!"

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The more Fang Gui thought about it, the more he started, and he was very content with his wonderful ideas.

Immediately, I excitedly climbed up the waterfall along the path next to the cliff, first gnawed a chicken leg, swallowed a Qi-replenishing pill, then untied my robe, took off my boots and socks, and barefoot, wearing a close-fitting underwear, squatted on the cliff, opened the wooden box with a serious expression, took out the ghost flying sword lying quietly inside, and let out a long sigh.

After sacrificing the flying sword, he floated outside the cliff, about ten feet high from the lake, which looked a little dizzy. Fang Gui felt a little weak, but he still had the courage to raise his foot carefully and slowly stood on the flying sword.

"Hey, what are the guy on the waterfall over there doing?"

What Fang Gui didn't know was that, not far from the waterfall he chose, on the west side of the lake, about two or three miles away, there was a small pavilion hidden deep in the bamboo forest, which was difficult to detect outside. However, looking out the pavilion, the lake view was full of views. In this pavilion, there were several young people with unconventional temperament, drinking tea, chatting and enjoying the scenery of the mountains.

Among these people, two men and one woman were wearing the same robes and clothes of Wushangu disciples as Fang Gui.

One of the two men had a black hairpin on his head, his face was calm, and the other was carrying a sword box behind him, and he was majestic. The woman looked fifteen or sixteen years old, with a delicate figure and a beautiful face, looking a little cute.

Although they are disciples of Wushangu, their cultivation is not weak. Although their robes and clothes are simple, they are of extraordinary texture and valuable.

However, compared with the two sitting in the middle, the three of them had a significantly lower identity. In the middle of the pavilion, there was a guqin standing on their knees. A woman who looked about twenty years old. She wore a red robe with a pretty face and had a unique temperament that was not as good as the world's fireworks. Next to him, there was a man in a white robe, who was also handsome and extraordinary.

The first person I saw Fang Gui was the girl with a cute face. At that time, Fang Gui took off his clothes one by one and only wore a pair of underwear. She suddenly jumped and her face turned red, saying, "Where did the kid come from? He doesn't understand the rules. Do you want to jump into the lake to take a bath? I don't know if this is close to Senior Sister Yan's place to practice cultivation, go and teach him a lesson..."

When the others heard this, they all looked over curiously. Sure enough, they all saw such a bold person with a look of silence.

"Don't let him get dirty with the water in the Mirror Lake, I'll just go and drive him away!"

The calm-faced man stood up and was about to pass.

But at this moment, Senior Sister Yan, who was surrounded by someone and had a distinct identity, suddenly said: "It seems that he is not taking a bath!"

The other people also looked over and found that the boy actually raised a flying sword, then stood carefully on the flying sword, slowly adjusting his posture, floating up and down the waterfall, as if he was preparing.

The man with the sword box behind him was slightly stunned and said suddenly: "It turns out that he wants to practice flying swords here!"

The people around him immediately looked at him: "Can you practice flying swords like this?"

The man with a sword box behind him showed a strange expression on his face and said, "He probably thinks that practicing sword in the air can avoid obstacles and it is easier to master the balance of flying swords. I have heard people talk about this method of practice..."

After hearing the man with swordsman's words, everyone became more curious about the boy.

But at this moment, the handsome man in a white robe suddenly sneered and sighed: "There are never a shortage of whimsical people in this world who practice sword control skills. They are unwilling to go step by step. They just want to achieve it overnight, but they don't know that the more they want to be eager to achieve success, they are going in the opposite direction. Haha, if you say that, if you have such a thought, I have seen a person before. In order to practice sword control skills, that man often runs to the cliff, fly out of the cliff in one breath, and adjusts the balance in the air..."

The cute and silly woman said hurriedly: "Senior Brother Lu, how is that person now?"

Senior Brother Lu of the White Robe said, "I'm afraid of heights!"

Everyone around him looked at him with a confused look on his face.

Senior Brother Lu said: "I fell hard several times and fell into the root of the disease. Since then, I have trembled as soon as I get to the high place..."

Everyone: "..."

Just as everyone was talking, I saw the boy on the cliff in the distance, as if he was ready to make enough preparations. Suddenly, with a long roar, he flew out from the cliff. The flying sword under his feet instantly drew a red light and rushed straight into the cliff. On the surface of the lake, the sword light rang out and flew continuously. The boy screamed strangely, and he tried his best to control the balance of his body on the flying sword.

But unfortunately, after flying out for less than a few blinks of fingers, the flying sword was so sharp that it flipped. He couldn't stand on the sword, and he suddenly fell from a few feet high, like a big stone, and he crawled into the lake with a thud under his head and feet.

"Ha ha……"

Inside the pavilion, everyone saw his embarrassed appearance and laughed.

The man in Wushangu, carrying a sword box, smiled and said, "You don't have to expel him anymore. If you suffer enough, you will naturally leave!"

Senior Brother Lu, wearing a white robe, even showed such an expression.

It was just a small episode brought by a whimsical person, so they no longer took it to heart. They continued to talk to these three outstanding disciples in Wushan about the Shili Valley Trial and guide some things they should pay attention to...

But what they didn't expect was that the boy who fell into the lake quietly floated on the lake for a while, suddenly turned over and swam towards the lakeside. He plunged into the water and fished his flying sword up. Then he swam to the lakeside with the flying sword. Without saying a word, he climbed along the path next to the cliff. After taking a few deep breaths, he rushed out again with the flying sword.

Everyone in the pavilion was shocked and their faces were a little strange.
Chapter completed!