I Have a Lot of Resurrection Coins

For monks, retreat is common.

The monks in the lower five realms lasted for seven or eight years or so when they retreat.

The monks in the middle five realms have been in retreat for decades or even a hundred years.

The monks in the upper five realms will retreat for hundreds or thousands of years, and even retreat until the oil lamp dies.

It can be said that with the exception of Wufu, a monk with poor qualifications spends about 10% of his life in retreat.

It's very simple, because of poor aptitude, the original state is not very high, and the upper limit of lifespan is not much. Since the retreat can't be famous, then go out and temper.

And for a monk with medium aptitude, the retreat time occupies 40 to 50% of his life, especially the higher the realm, the older, the longer the retreat.

This is also understandable. When I was young, I went out and felt a lot, and I learned more from digesting my heart, and the retreat time was longer.

When I get older and older, I have basically experienced it. It’s no longer important to go out and hone, so I will retreat and see if I can find something.

However, if it is a genius monk! In other words, the more genius this monk is! Then his retreat time is less! The time of retreat may account for no more than 30% of a lifetime.

This can also be figured out.

Those geniuses who go out to practice do not have to retreat at all, they can get what they have in their hearts when they practice, and make breakthroughs on the spot.

When you get older, even though you have experienced enough, it doesn't make much sense to go outside and break out, and you will choose to retreat in the sect.

Some of them will die to a breakthrough, while others will not die.

What makes geniuses great is not only their talents, but they know what their limits are.

Most people will choose to train younger generations, or go to the mountains and play, and then some people will go to participate in various wars, such as going to Penglaizhou to find death.

Is this retreat, boring?

For a monk, the process of enlightenment is definitely boring, but if the cultivation base grows, even if it's a little bit, it's simply so refreshing.

But...for Jiang Lin.

Although it is very refreshing to improve the realm, but I really can't stand the enlightenment.

It's like you are struggling with a physics problem.

It can be said that every time Jiang Lin retreats in the past was not because of any Dao Xin.

Just want to say why.

That is, Jiang Lin doesn't even know where his way is.

How can I talk about what Dao Xin gained?

Therefore, every time Jiang Lin used to retreat was because the Sun and Moon practitioners had problems with the practice. I felt that there was something he didn't understand, so it was called a retreat...

And this kind of retreat because of the exercise problem is very fast...

Coupled with Jiang Lin's character of letting go if you can't figure it out, it's more than quick.

Basically, the total number of retreats in Jianglin's eight years of cultivation has not exceeded five times, and the total duration has not exceeded one month...

Of course, Jiang Lin would be able to enter the sea-viewing realm in eight years, even entering the Longmen realm.

In a sense, Jiang Lin... is really a genius...

But this time...

It seems that there was an accident...

......

As usual, when he got up early in the morning, Jiang Lin brushed his teeth with the waterfall water, washed his face, and walked through the boxing pile ten times as a broadcast gymnastics.

Finally, Jiang Lin picked up Chuxue and drew a horizontal line across a tree by the waterfall.

I wrote a "positive" word and there are two more horizontal lines.

In other words, I have been here for seven days...

During these seven days, Jiang Lin went to bed late and got up early.

In addition to washing your face, brushing your teeth, eating breakfast, and writing "Zheng" on the big tree, the first thing is to close your spiritual orifice, and then stand on the rock with Chuxue and keep facing the huge so much that you feel insignificant. The waterfall is waving.

But the problem is, let alone breaking the waterfall to stop the flow of the waterfall.

Especially Jiang Lin seriously doubted whether his sword qi had cut out such a small amount of splash...

Regardless of whether it is the fantasy world or the cultivation world, in Jiang Lin's view, all means of attack are nothing more than two.

Physical damage and spell damage.

Takeo uses Takeo’s true energy to strengthen himself, a physical attack.

The law sung in the monk's mouth is a magic attack.

As for the sword repair, the physical total is the main thing, and the magic attack is the supplement.

One sword breaks the world, one sword breaks the ten thousand magic, and the rest of the magic is just for the better use of the sword.

Spells created by using the characteristics of the flying sword of life are good, but the sword is always a sword, and the sword repair depends on the sword in the hand!

No matter what kind of magical powers of flying swords are, they only serve for the sword itself.

As Senior Shili said.

I have always used Chuxue's ice-cold nature to create various spells. To myself, Chuxue is like a tool for launching spells, but it ignores Chuxue's sword itself.

My use of Chuxue's sword qi and understanding of Chuxue itself are very rare.

Even strictly speaking, apart from having a natal flying sword, he is no longer a strict sword repair.

With a thought, Chuxue flew out of Jiang Lin's acupuncture hole.

After several rounds in the air, the first snow like embroidered needles turned into a normal flying sword size and fell on Jiang Lin's palm.

Habitually pulled a sword flower, Jiang Lin closed his acupuncture hole and stood in front of the waterfall.

For Jian Xiu, if there is no master to provide spiritual power, then the natal flying sword is just an ordinary long sword (of course, even if it is an ordinary long sword, it is much better than those famous weapons in the world. ).

To be honest, if it wasn't for Senior Shili who had closed the Lingqiao and held a branch to demonstrate to Jiang Lin.

Given Jiang Lin's confidence (illusion) that he could do it himself, Jiang Lin estimated that on the third day he would roll up and leave.

With this self-confidence (illusion), Jiang Lin feels that no matter how high the realm of Senior Ten Miles is, how high can he be? It can't be the Ascension Realm, right?

Since it is not the ascendant realm, even if it is the sword repair of the fairy realm, if the spiritual orifice is closed, it will not be able to use spiritual power, except for the relatively strong physical quality (the monk realm can feed back the physical body, but compared to the martial arts, the feedback is very limited), Nothing else.

And I still hold the first snow, not a branch, this shouldn't be...

Damn it! Isn't this waterfall poisonous? !

After daily depression and doubts about life, Jiang Lin, who accepted the reality, was already sitting on the edge of the waterfall and boiled eggs and preserved eggs and lean meat porridge.

People are iron rice or steel. Although they can say that they can fast, but they can’t eat good food, there is no fun in life.

After eating breakfast, Jiang Lin continued to wave the first snow in his hands to the waterfall.

It wasn't until noon that Jiang Lin felt that his arm was not his own, and he couldn't condense Chuxue's sword energy tiredly, so he stopped.

Lying on the boulder, Jiang Lin looked unlovable.

Sometimes Jiang Lin even wanted to let go of the Ling Aperture altogether, and he could do it with a single sword.

But Jiang Lin had a feeling.

I feel that even if I unlock the spirit orifice and use my full strength, this waterfall can't be broken...

If this is the case, then he must have given up.

It's like you are soloing with someone else. It's okay if you can't win, but if you use your hands and find that you can't win, then it's cheating.

At this time, you have to doubt life...

"Chuxue, is it true that your master is still too good for me..."

Lifting Chuxue high, Jiang Lin sighed softly.

For the past five days, after closing the Ling Aperture, Jiang Lin could only rely on the connection of his mind to exert Chuxue's sword aura.

In this way, how much Chuxue's sword energy can be exerted depends entirely on how closely Jiang Lin and Chuxue's minds are connected.

The connection between Jian Xiu and the natal flying sword depends closely on how much the owner knows about the natal flying sword.

The natal flying sword is born from the birth of Jian Xiu, and no one sword cultivator has the same natal flying sword, so the natal flying sword is also regarded as the root of Jian Xiu.

If a monk breaks off his life flying sword, it is equivalent to breaking off his own roots of cultivation, and the longevity bridge that communicates the various spiritual orifices in his body will also be broken.

By then, let alone practice, even if you become an ordinary person, you will be frail and sick, and you will die soon.

So the fate of flying sword is the fate of sword repair, the sword is dead, this is not empty talk.

But death does not necessarily mean death by sword.

In Jianxiu Sect, if the Sect Master or any elder is exhausted, he will usually cut off the connection with the Feijian Feijian himself, and leave the Feijian to future generations to enhance the strength of his sect.

After all, the refined flying sword can be used as a magic weapon to protect the body, how good is this...

Therefore, the natal Feijian is in a mutually dependent relationship with Jianxiu. The two say that they are the closest brothers and sisters. This is not excessive, or even worse.

Jiang Lin thought he knew enough about his own brother, Chuxue.

After all, we have been getting along for so many years, and I have been in love with each passing day...

In the past seven days... it seems that something went wrong.

Jiang Lin realized that he didn't know Chuxue at all, or how could the degree of unity with Chuxue Jianxin be so low...

"Are we plastic brotherhood?"

Looking at Chuxue, Jiang Lin was very sad...

Chu Xue didn't even bother to even Jianming, so she didn't say a word, and even wanted to give Jiang Lin a blank look.

Looking carefully at the first snow that accompanied him day and night, I have to say that his first snow is really beautiful.

The whole body is transparent and forged like ice and snow, the sword is thin and sharp, and the simple nicks will not feel the second, but give people a sense of art of volley carving, just like a graceful woman in a white and elegant dress standing in Xue Xue In.

The handle of the sword exudes a hint of chill, and the feeling of taking advantage of it makes Jiang Lin feel that there is no sword in the world that can compare to Chuxue.

Even if it was an immortal soldier, he wouldn't trade Chuxue with him.

"Oh, Chuxue, it's the master that I have been neglecting you, and I haven't really understood you."

Jiang Lin flicked Chuxue's sword, as if flicking her forehead.

After a long time, Jiang Lin sat up,

I have been tired for seven days anyway, and I don't want to just give up like that.

"Chu Xue, don't worry, Master, I will definitely use your sword energy to the fullest! I will definitely not use you as a tool sword for a spell engine anymore."

The words fall to the ground.

Hearing Jiang Lin's words, Chuxue seemed to hum.

"Eh? Are you encouraging me, Chuxue?" Jiang Lin wetted his eyes, "Chuxue, don't worry! I will treat you well! Get to know you deeply! Become the intimate master who knows you best in the world!"

Chuxuejian screamed again.

"Chuxue, you mean, let me not work too hard?" Jiang Lin hugged Chuxue for a while, "rest assured that Chuxue, all the hard work is worthwhile, I will definitely work hard!"

"..."

In fact, Chuxue had been scolding Jiang Lin just now, but with Jiang Lin's powerful brain replenishment ability, Chuxue no longer screamed, for fear that he would kiss himself.

Holding the sword in front, standing on the stone of the waterfall, even if it is a closed spiritual orifice, but he still has a heart for Chuxue. This is the connection between the master and the flying sword of life.

Above the sword aura is the sword intent!

Only when he truly mastered Chuxue's sword aura, would he derive the sword intent that he understood about kendo.

Only based on the sword intent of one's own destiny flying sword can one refer to the sword intent of other people.

To achieve the so-called "understanding", so as to melt the opponent's sword intent comprehension into one's own things.

Otherwise, it will be overwhelming.

If a person doesn't even know the sword intent of his own destined flying sword, how dare to realize the sword intent of others?

This is why Jiang Lin never touched the sword intent that Senior Sword Spirit gave him.

In the eyes of Senior Sword Spirit, Jiang Lin already had his own sword intent.

But the problem is... Jiang Lin really doesn't...

Closing his eyes, Jiang Lin perceives the existence of Chuxue, and perceives Chuxue's sword energy as usual.

Condensed with Chuxue's sword aura, Jiang Lin slowly raised it, wanting to swing a sword as usual.

However, when Jiang Lin raised Chuxue high above his head, he never waved it down.

Because Jiang Lin and Chuxue had broken the connection with their spiritual power, only the connection between their minds and spirits existed, so although Chuxue's sword aura felt a little weak, it was more innocent.

Gradually, for some reason, a strange feeling began to penetrate into my palm from Chuxue, and then penetrated into my own blood, like spiritual power, but more like...sword energy...

Like the tip of an ice thorn and the blade of an ice knife, Frosty's sword aura is full of Ling Li, full of danger, as if Chuxue's blood vessels would be cut by Chuxue if he was not careful.

Jiang Lin didn't stop Chuxue, but let Chuxue enter his body.

Every time that Shuanghan Jianqi passes through a place in his body~www.wuxiaspot.com~, the blood is coagulated and the blood vessels are frozen.

In the end, Chuxue's sword energy invaded Jiang Lin's heart.

In an instant, Jiang Lin's heart froze into an ice sculpture, and it stopped beating.

Jiang Lin, who held the sword high, was exuding cold air all over his body, and under his skin there seemed to be purple frozen and prominent veins.

White frost began to cover Jiang Lin's skin, like a glacier.

A silver-haired girl with silver pupils in a white dress floated behind Jiang Lin.

The girl opened her arms and hugged his neck, like Shirayuki’s cheeks pressed against him,

Some naughty, but also a little well-behaved, like to wear a white skirt with bare feet floating in the air with perfect snow feet.

The bells on the white ankles rang crisply.

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