Chapter 349: The Realm of Flying Swords

That night, with the efforts of the three people and two beasts, another bamboo building on Half Pine Flat was renovated, and the Guest Qing Courtyard of the Three Mystical Sect had one more resident.

By midnight, Lin Shuangyu was awakened by a sudden noise outside. When she came out to look, it was the bamboo building that Wu Changgeng had just renovated that had collapsed.

Lin Shuangyu was a bit surprised: "What happened?"

Wu Changgeng was covered in bamboo branches and leaves, very confused: "Which bamboo pole wasn't fixed?"

Lin Shuangyu said: "It's too late, why don't you make do in the Sect Master's courtyard for the night?"

Wu Changgeng shook his head: "Forget it, the materials are not broken, I'll rebuild it."

Lin Shuangyu had no choice but to rub her cheeks: "Then be quick..." She stepped forward to tidy up the scattered bamboo frame.

The night passed without words. Early the next morning, after the morning mist all over the mountains and plains dissipated, it was another sunny day. After Liu Xiao's severe admonition, the breakfast made by a goose and a cat returned to normal. The three people

After eating, Wu Changgeng fished out two spirit stones and gave one to each of Da Bai and Little Black as an apology. Only then did the two beasts grunt and groan as they picked up the two baskets of pots and pans, jumped off the cliff, and headed to the side of Wuchao River, no longer bothering Wu Changgeng.

Lin Shuangyu asked about the scenery of Wulong Mountain, so Liu Xiaolou told them about the nearby Ghost Dream Cliff, Half-Acre Gorge, and Dragon Horse Waterfall, and even mentioned the Sinkhole Drum where the demon vine once grew. Hearing this, Lin Shuangyu and Wu Changgeng were very curious and planned to go take a look.

Liu Xiaolou wanted to accompany them, but Lin Shuangyu refused: "Sect Master, you should just stay on the ridge and cultivate. Chang Geng and I will go take a look ourselves; we're all family, no need to be so formal."

After the two of them strolled down the mountain, Liu Xiaolou continued to contemplate the general outline of the Yellow Dragon Sword Art on the wooden platform.

In the exchange with Wu Changgeng yesterday, the two flying swords only traded three moves before the Three Mystical Sword was knocked out of the air; the gap was a bit large. Although Wu Changgeng was an expert who had entered the Late Foundation Establishment stage, two levels higher than him, such a brittle defeat still gave Liu Xiaolou a strong sense of crisis and made him feel very urgent about practicing the flying sword.

However, practicing the flying sword is a slow and steady process that requires constant effort, especially emphasizing a long-term, persistent approach.

It's not that there are no sword cultivators who have a sudden enlightenment, on the contrary, there really are, but Liu Xiaolou himself is definitely not one of them. He is just an ordinary, idle wild cultivator, so he must follow the righteous path of diligent, constant cultivation.

The sword follows the path of the Central Earth, the Earth element is king, Water is the prime minister, sitting facing south, closing the eyes to preserve the spirit, internally contemplating the sword Qi turning yellow, with Bai Qi serving it and black Qi nourishing it. The three Qi manifest as they transform, connecting above with the heavens and entering the abdomen below, the pure yellow is as round as an egg, detached and inactive, and all things manage themselves. The Dao Lord governs it, wearing the spirit formula to hide the scene, then the eight directions are transformed, the hundred gods work together, the earth spits out sweet springs, the heavens hang auspicious stars, the Yellow Dragon appears and ascends, the essence mushrooms flourish, majesty and grace are born, the four barbarians submit, and the world is at peace.

The general outline is that simple; according to Liu Xiaolou's own understanding, it is roughly divided into three realms:

The first layer is to cultivate the white, black, and yellow three Qi, with the yellow Qi as the master, letting the Bai Qi serve it and the black Qi nourish it.

The second layer is a bit mysterious, seemingly related to condensation, and involves some kind of manifestation, as well as some "inaction" stuff; as for the specifics, one must truly reach that layer to be able to display it.

As for the final third layer, it is incredibly mysterious, saying something about holding the Dao and grasping the true meaning of the Great Dao, but it cannot be explicitly stated. In short, one must both know and not know, practicing the sword Dao in a fuzzy and hazy state; in this way, there will be a series of blah-blah effects.

To put it bluntly, it means that when a sword is struck, you don't even know where it went, or even who you are trying to strike, yet it happens to hit the target, and then the world is leveled—this is the ultimate Great Dao of the Yellow Dragon Sword Art.

Liu Xiaolou is currently still in the stage of warming and contemplating the flying sword, which is the "closing eyes to preserve the spirit" in the outline, and is working hard to "internally contemplate the sword Qi turning yellow," not yet reaching the three Qi stage of the first layer.

It should be considered the pre-stage of the first layer.

At his current stage, the flying sword can enter and exit smoothly and attack and retreat as he wishes, but it is just an ordinary sword move without any supernatural powers attached to it, relying entirely on the power of the Three Mystical Sword itself to injure the enemy.

Only after entering the first layer will there be supernatural power bonuses added to the flying sword, which is the first layer bonus: one sword transforms into three Qi.

It sounds quite high-end and feels pretty good, which also gave Liu Xiaolou infinite imagination and gave him sufficient motivation to continue cultivating.

It's just that he doesn't know when the signs of Qi transformation will appear.

Regardless, at least the practice of the flying sword over these three months has made significant progress, meaning it is becoming more and more smooth to enter and exit, and more and more comfortable to attack and defend.

Especially after experiencing yesterday's defeat, he had a deeper understanding of the "ease and comfort" of Wu Changgeng's flying sword.

This "ease and comfort" seems to fit the Yellow Dragon Sword Art very well, confirming from another angle the "detached and inactive, all things manage themselves" in the general outline of the Yellow Dragon Sword Art, so Liu Xiaolou felt he had made progress after cultivating for only a few hours.

The Three Mystical Sword emerged, accompanied by a dragon's roar—currently only Liu Xiaolou can hear it, and it is not yet certain if it is an auditory hallucination. It made several turns in the air, and the five branches were as agile as five fingers, not only capable of grabbing and clenching into a fist, but also capable of spinning at high speed, with astonishing sharpness and impressive utility.

When he was happy, he controlled the Three Mystical Sword to grab a bamboo tube, dip it in red mud, and chase after Da Bai and Little Black to write on them. Whether it was Da Bai or Little Black, their bodies were pure in color, which was most suitable for practicing calligraphy.

This chase made the geese fly and the cats jump on Gan Bamboo Ridge, creating a chaotic scene, and Liu Xiaolou played with great joy, laughing out loud.

Just as he was bravely chasing the fleeing enemy, the Three Mystical Sword made a quick circle in the air and submerged behind Liu Xiaolou.

Liu Xiaolou curiously came to the gate of the small courtyard and stared at the mountain path leading up.

The Ghost Banyan sent an image: another person was coming up the mountain.

During this period, the Ghost Banyan had accepted Liu Xiaolou's admonitions and would not attack guests coming up the mountain at will; they would only take action when Liu Xiaolou gave a clear instruction.

The person coming up the mountain was curiously looking around, appreciating the scenery of Gan Bamboo Ridge while arriving in front of the bamboo forest courtyard.

He wore a green shirt and was middle-aged, looking about forty, but Liu Xiaolou knew that this person's real age was fifty-five.

The visitor was none other than Han Gao, the head of the second branch of the Han family of Great Feng Mountain and the elder brother of Han Jiuqian.

Come to think of it, the interactions between Liu Xiaolou and Han Gao were not many, not even as many as with Fourth Master Han, and even less than with Han Jiuqian, but when he left Great Feng Mountain that day, Han Gao gave Liu Xiaolou plenty of face, agreeing with everything Liu Xiaolou said, which made Liu Xiaolou feel like he was in a pleasant spring breeze and left a particularly good impression.

Having parted less than half a month ago, Han Gao came to visit the mountain, which surprised Liu Xiaolou a little.

"Haha, Han Xiong, why have you suddenly graced my Wulong Mountain with your presence? It truly makes one happy. Since we parted, I have been thinking of you, Han Xiong."

Han Gao cupped his hands while walking over quickly, also smiling: "Younger Brother Xiaolou, it has been many days, I have missed you dearly. I went to Ghost Dream Cliff earlier and stayed there for a few days, but I never saw you. I was just about to leave when, looking down from the top of the mountain, I vaguely saw someone coming out from your mountain peak, so I thought I would come over and take a look. I didn't expect to really find you."

Liu Xiaolou apologized: "It is all my fault. I originally went to Ghost Dream Cliff every few days, but I happened to have guests visiting the mountain, so I was delayed and made you wait for a few days in vain, Han Xiong. Come, come, let me pour you some tea to apologize."

Han Gao asked: "Were those two really your guests, Younger Brother Xiaolou? If it weren't for them, I would have truly missed you, haha."

Liu Xiaolou had originally suspected that Han Gao was the third guest elder, but now he finally knew for sure that he was not.

After serving the fragrant tea, they sat opposite each other on the wooden platform, and Han Gao looked around, full of praise.

After he finished praising, Liu Xiaolou asked: "Han Xiong, you came up the mountain, is there any trouble? If there is, please tell me, and I will deliberate on it with you, Han Xiong."