The Qingfeng Sword Sect had a clear rule that all disciples below the seventh stage of the Sword Qi Realm were outer disciples. Furthermore, those below the fourth stage of the Sword Qi Realm were to live in a wooden house with three people in the southern district. They were also required to undertake daily chores, such as going down the mountain to fetch water, planting vegetables, washing clothes, cooking, and so on.
Chu Mu's cultivation was at the third stage of the Sword Qi Realm, so he was also required to complete daily chores. The chores he was assigned were to fetch water, but this time, he was knocked out by Wng Lei. Therefore, his chores were assigned to his two roommates by the deacon of the chore hall. At this moment, his two roommates were probably doing their best to fetch water.
He got out of bed, wiped off the sweat on his body, and changed into a set of dry gray cotton clothes. He took the sword hanging at the head of the bed and strode outside.
In his previous life, he loved swords so much that he even hugged his sword when he slept. In this life, however, the desire to become stronger had already sprouted in his heart. Under the superposition of these two desires, he could not wait to cultivate.
The Qingfeng Sword Sect was located on Mount Qinglan. According to his memory, he left the outer disciples' quarters and came to a cliff a few miles away.
This place was found by Chu Mu half a month ago in order to find a quiet place to cultivate without being disturbed. It was rather secluded, and one had to walk through a dense patch of grass and pass through a small hole that was a few meters long and a meter high to reach it. The entire cliff was like a tongue sticking out. It was not very big, about 40 to 50 square meters in size.
The entire cliff was flat, with only a green pine tree protruding out of the corner. It was very lush and verdant. On one side of the cliff, there was only the small hole and the mountain wall, while on the other side was an endless sea of clouds.
A quarter of an hour later, Chu Mu crossed the grass and came to the cliff. Looking at the boundless sky and endless sea of clouds, his heart was wide open, as if it could contain the world.
After a quarter of an hour of brisk walking, the blood and Qi in his body flowed faster, and his body was also moving. His whole body was filled with a warm feeling of strength. He also felt a warm Qi slowly flowing in his body and limbs, allowing him to walk quickly without feeling tired at all.
"This must be the sword qi cultivated by the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Continent." Chu Mu thought to himself with a slightly excited expression.
"It's indeed very magical. The cultivation of the swordsmen on Earth is purely based on basic swordsmanship. Their physical fitness is slightly better than that of ordinary people. It is said that only those who have cultivated to the level of a Sword Master can activate the Sword Qi. However, which Sword Master is not a Seventh or Eighth Elder? "
He recalled that when he was on Earth, his master had brought him to visit a swordsmanship master, an old man who was almost ninety years old. Although he had a head full of white hair, his face was rosy and his skin was as smooth as a baby's. There was also an indescribable aura of sharpness around him. If one looked at him for too long, their eyes would hurt.
His master had told him that it was sword qi.
Only after reaching the realm of Sword Master could one produce Sword Qi, and this Sword Qi could unknowingly improve one's physique and prolong one's life.
"Once upon a time, I was very envious. I didn't expect that now, not only do I have a sixteen-year-old body, but I also have Qi." Chu Mu was secretly delighted.
A sixteen-year-old body and a twenty-six-year-old body were completely different. A sixteen-year-old body meant that there was still a lot of plasticity.
Furthermore, he had reached the level of a Sword Master, had a deep understanding of swordsmanship, and had extraordinary talent in swordsmanship. He believed that he could definitely achieve something and achieve something in the path of swordsmanship.
"Don't think too much. Let's cultivate."
Having said that, he drew his sword. The clanging sound of the sword resounded on the cliff. Putting the scabbard aside, Chu Mu carefully examined the sword in his hand.
To be a qualified swordsmanship master, one must first learn the art of sword observation. Before practicing, one must have a clear understanding of the sword in one's hand, such as its length and weight. Only by having a clear understanding of the sword in one's heart could one better practice the sword and unleash the power of swordsmanship.
The sword in Chu Mu's hand was a steel sword commonly used by the outer disciples of the Qingfeng Sword School. Just by looking at it carefully and feeling it in his hand, Chu Mu was able to determine the length, width, thickness, and weight of this steel sword.
Immediately after, he sheathed the sword and drew it again. After drawing and sheathing the sword a hundred times, he drew it again. Holding the sword in his right hand, he pointed the tip of the sword diagonally to the ground. His footsteps staggered, and he assumed the starting position of the basic swordsmanship. Closing his eyes, in an instant, the wind seemed to have stopped. Opening his eyes, they flashed with a sharp light. At the same time, he let out a low roar and raised his sword. Sword Light flashed.
The Sword Light was sharp and straight. His steps were accompanied by the sword, and his body followed the sword. His eyes, hands, and feet became one. With the sword in his hand and his eyes in his heart, his body leaped, and his sword soared into the sky like a phoenix.
Half an hour later, he had finished practicing the basic swordsmanship thirty times.
Sheathing his sword, he stood there and adjusted his Qi. Holding the sword in his hand, he stood still and looked straight at the endless sea of clouds.
"The basic swordsmanship is the foundation of a swordsman. Although I have transmigrated to this world and there are no swordsman but only swordsman, I am a swordsman in my bones. I cannot forget my roots."
After fusing with the memories, he already knew that there were many powerful swordsmanship above the basic swordsmanship in the Ancient Sword Continent. Any one of these swordsmanship on Earth would be enough to cause a bloodbath.
However, after practicing the basic swordsmanship for twenty years, it had become an instinct that was branded in his soul. Even after transmigrating and changing into a new body, he did not change this habit and did not want to change it. At least, the more solid the basic swordsmanship was, the more stable the foundation of the swordsmanship would be. It would be more helpful for the practice of other swordsmanship.
"Next, let's practice Sword Sight and Sword Hearing."
Sheathing his sword, Lin Fan faced the sea of clouds. His eyes shone brightly as he stared at the sea of clouds without blinking. He observed carefully, observing the changes of the white clouds in the sea of clouds. He did not miss a single detail. The wisps of clouds were like dancing swords. Only when his eyes were sore did he slowly close his eyes.
He listened attentively, listening to the subtle sounds in the air around him. The sound of the wind blowing, the sound of the clouds moving, the sound of the pine branches swaying in the wind. He carefully distinguished them and found that they all formed the sound of a sword being drawn.
Sword Sight, Sword Sight, Sword Hearing, and Sword Touch! This was what Chu Mu had to practice in addition to the basic swordsmanship. It was also a method that a swordsman must master.
Sword Sight was to observe the swordsmanship. There was a saying in the swordsmanship world on Earth that observing a sword was like observing a person.
Sword Sight was to train the eyes to follow the trajectory of the sword. It was to know the direction and final landing point of the opponent's sword as soon as it was drawn.
Sword Hearing was more difficult than Sword Sight. It was to close the eyes and rely purely on the ears to listen to the subtle sounds in the air. For example, the buzzing of mosquitoes a few meters away, the subtle sound of leaves falling slowly, the soft sound of sprouts breaking through the soil, and so on.
Sword Touch was more profound than Sword Sight and Sword Hearing. It was not about seeing or listening, but feeling. To be precise, it was about feeling the subtle waves in the air with the hair and skin on every part of one's body to make a judgment. When practiced to a high level, one could even clearly visualize the overall shape of the target in one's mind through feeling. Moreover, one could sense the trajectory of the target from ten meters away.
According to Chu Mu's master, there were several swordsmanship masters who practiced Sword Touch to an extremely profound level. They could predict in advance and dodge bullets within ten meters.
It was said that above Sword Touch, there was Sword Intent. This Sword Intent was just a legend and was very mysterious.
Sword Sight, Sword Sight, Sword Hearing, Sword Touch, and Sword Intent were known as the five realms of swordsmanship on Earth.
"Next, I'll practice Flying Cloud Swordsmanship." After finishing his swordsmanship, Chu Mu began to practice a new swordsmanship. During this time, he had already recalled the movements of Flying Cloud Swordsmanship in his mind.
Flying Cloud Swordsmanship was an introductory swordsmanship. It had a certain level of power above the basic swordsmanship and was the first choice for many swordsmanship sects' disciples.
When the sword pierced out, it was immediately different from the stab of the basic swordsmanship. It did not look straight, but like a wisp of cloud that flew out in a zigzag manner. It curved, outlined, changed, and condensed, gradually forming the outline of a flying cloud.
Flying Cloud Swordsmanship was also known as the Thirteen Forms of Flying Cloud. The first ten forms did not have a special name and were simply referred to as the basic forms. The movements were coherent, from the first form to the tenth form in one go. It was as if the sword in one's hand was a brush and the void was a canvas to draw the outline of a flying cloud. When the outline was clearly visible, it meant that the first ten forms were mastered and one could practice the last three forms.
The eleventh form was Cloud Gathering, the twelfth form was Flying Cloud, and the thirteenth form was Cloud Scattering and Cloud Destruction.
It had been less than a month since he became an outer disciple of Qingfeng Sword Sect. He had only practiced Flying Cloud Swordsmanship for about twenty days. Every day, other than fetching water, he practiced Flying Cloud Swordsmanship diligently. After twenty days, he had only mastered the first five forms. He was still very far away from mastering the Flying Cloud Swordsmanship.
This time, there was no obstruction at all. He practiced all the way to the tenth form in one go.
Everything was so coherent and natural, as if he had practiced it hundreds or thousands of times.
After completing the first ten forms, the outline of a flying cloud appeared in the void in front of him. It meant that he had mastered the first ten forms of Flying Cloud Swordsmanship.
"This feeling … Is it because of my talent in swordsmanship, or the basic swordsmanship that I have practiced diligently? Or is it because of all three …" Chu Mu was slightly excited. He felt that with his talent, he should be able to master the Flying Cloud Swordsmanship very quickly. However, this speed was still beyond his expectations.
"Continue practicing."
He practiced again, from the first form to the tenth form, over and over again. It was as if he was a part of nature.
After ten times, twenty times, thirty times, a flying cloud appeared clearly.
"Good, now that I have truly mastered the first ten forms of Flying Cloud Swordsmanship, I can practice the last three forms."
The Fine Steel Sword vibrated and the eleventh form of Flying Cloud Swordsmanship was performed. The Sword Light flickered and traces of clouds gathered.
In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a cloud that was about a meter long.
The Sword Light turned and shot forward. The twelfth form of Flying Cloud Swordsmanship was already formed. The cloud whistled and flew forward, rushing towards the mountain wall.
The sword light shook and dispersed once again. The clouds whistled as they rushed out for a few meters before dispersing, turning into streaks of sword qi that shot out in all directions. After they disappeared, they left behind faint marks on the mountain walls.
At this moment, he felt the sword Qi in his limbs surging uncontrollably and rushing towards his body.
It was like a raging flood dragon rushing towards his dantian three inches below his navel. It poured into his dantian like a hot knife through butter and became docile again.
He closed his eyes and focused. After his consciousness changed rapidly, he saw his dantian.
He also saw the sword Qi that was pouring into his dantian like a raging flood dragon. Strands of sword Qi fused together and slowly rotated in his dantian.
"Fourth stage of Sword Qi Realm!"
He was overjoyed. He didn't expect that he would not only master the Flying Cloud Swordsmanship, but also break through to the fourth stage of Sword Qi Realm.
"Since I have mastered the Flying Cloud Swordsmanship and reached the fourth stage of Sword Qi Realm, I will go to the Chore Hall to register.
In the future, I won't have to do any missions anymore. I will go to the Sword Pavilion to find a new swordsmanship to practice." Chu Mu said. After practicing the Flying Cloud Swordsmanship a few more times, he sheathed his sword and turned around to leave.