But even the eldest senior sister didn't know, so probably no one else in the Sword Academy understood it. "No...there is also the elder." Xi Heng recalled his nominal master. Although he had become a disciple of the master, Xi Heng had only accompanied the elder in watering flowers and drinking tea in the past few months and had not received any martial arts instruction. At most, he was only taught some tricks, but was not really taught any sword techniques. "But, even if the elder knew this secret method of overdrawing the body and damaging lifespan, he would not pass it on to his disciples, right?" Xi Heng doubted. "We have to try..." She slowly stood up and dusted off her clothes. He walked out of the sword courtyard along the familiar road, crossed the flower bed on the side, came to the house where the elder lived and knocked on the door. dong dong. A hoarse reply came from inside the room, and Xi Heng gently pushed open the door. The curtains were swaying slightly. An old woman with white hair was sipping tea while gazing at the scenery outside the window. The room was filled with the faint scent of flowers.
"What are you doing here?" The other party glanced at him and asked in a calm voice. "I want to ask the elder some questions about martial arts." Xi Heng didn't hesitate and started the conversation. The old man nodded slowly, poured another cup of tea and handed it towards the door. "Please sit down." She pointed to a wooden chair nearby. When Xiheng sat down and drank tea with him, the elder said, "I came here to ask if there is a quick way to achieve success?" Xi Heng blinked: "Did the senior sister tell you?" "I guessed." The other party shook his head: "The complexity of martial arts makes people irritable. Our Bloodline Sword is not as good as other high-ranking sects in cultivating the mind and qi, so most people will feel anxious." "Well, is there a quick way to do it?" Xi Heng brought the subject back. "Yes, murder." The elder turned his head to look at the sky outside the window, and fell silent after saying these three words. Xi Heng stopped holding the tea in her left hand. She didn't expect the elder to answer like this. "……kill?" "The sword was born for killing. The more you kill, the clearer your swordsmanship will be. Once you understand the swordsmanship, your swordsmanship will improve by leaps and bounds." Xi Heng shook his head: "Is there any other way?" "What? You don't want to kill anyone? Haven't you killed someone before?" The elder's sharp eyes stared at him, and Xi Heng's appearance was reflected in his pupils. "It's not that I don't want to, but no one is trying to provoke me, so why should I kill anyone?" Xi Heng said what he was thinking, and at the same time changed the strange topic of killing: "I want a method that can stimulate my lifespan into qi and blood. With more qi and blood, the efficiency of my daily sword practice can also be increased." "Life span is life." The elder sneered, his tone becoming stern: "Instead of spending your own life to improve your Qi and blood, you might as well use your life span to practice slowly! You can achieve even higher results!" "That's right, elder." Xi Heng agreed reluctantly, and then started talking about how he had deceived the senior sister about his enemy. After hearing this, the elder was not concerned about Xi Heng's hatred, but frowned and asked:
"Is your aunt Zhao Qianqiu a member of the royal family?" "Is that so?" Xi Heng calculated: "She should be considered as the imperial concubine of the previous generation." "So that's how it is... No wonder..." The elder smiled bitterly, and the haziness in his eyes was cleared a lot, as if he finally understood something. Then, her eyes were filled with memories again: "The Lord of Jinshi City has taken good care of our small martial arts school. It turns out that it is because of this relationship... I thought that my master really still had old friends in the sect." The elder shook his head helplessly, and his hunchback became more obvious. "You want the method to burn longevity?" Her tone was no longer harsh at this time, and she just asked: "Are you serious?" "Yes." "The world will be in chaos in recent years. Perhaps we should improve our strength as soon as possible... How old are you?" The old man said in a hoarse voice. "I'm eighteen now, right?" Xi Heng was unsure; she didn't know when her birthday was. “Hmm…” The old man slowly stood up and walked towards the clean wooden cabinet in the corner. The wooden cabinet was opened by both hands, emitting a slight scent of sandalwood, and contained many clothes and sundries. The old woman squatted down and reached to the bottom of the cabinet, pulled out a small drawer, and then carried it back to Xi Heng. "This is a fatal spell." She took out an old book from a drawer. "After you master it, you can use it five times. If you use it more than that, you won't live past forty." "Thank you, Master." Xi Heng took it with both hands and bowed. "When the Bloodline Sword Sect was still around, everyone of us practiced this book." The old woman looked into Xi Heng's eyes and asked, "How old do you think I look?" Xi Heng blinked and didn't answer for a moment. In her eyes, this hunchbacked cheap master looked at least seventy years old. "I have only lived forty-five years." The other party coughed twice and said, "The remaining life span I have now can only support me for another three years at most." "..." "I have only used this fatal spell four times, and this is the result." She looked at Xi Heng and said carefully: "Don't practice it too much." "Yes." Xi Heng clasped his fists. "Go away..." She waved her hand. Xi Heng had a complicated expression, and finally bowed and left. On the way, she gently stroked the cover of the old book in her hand, and the elder's lost and decadent appearance appeared in her mind. Ordinary people are not like her, who can reload their save files after death and even retain their current level of cultivation. Ordinary people have a limited lifespan, and they die when their lifespan is up...so they cherish it extremely and would feel extremely lost if they lose even a little bit. Walking alone, Xi Heng gradually recalled the mad look of the Emperor of Great Zhao who was trying to achieve immortality but failed before his death in his previous life. "All men must die one day."
Under the setting sun, Xi Heng walked to the center of the flower bed, looked at the closed flowers around him, and spoke softly. "And I also have a psychological age limit..." She remembered that her mental age was over 900 years old. Although it seemed like a long time, if she continued to live life to life, it would eventually run out. If you use it up, will you die? "Once it's used up, it will gradually wither away like the mortals in this world..." Xi Heng didn't want this to happen. She now has the ability to transcend time, but is also limited by time. This is really contradictory and awkward. Since we have already crossed time, we should not succumb to the power of time. Xi Heng was quite unhappy with this feeling of disarray. She didn't want to be trapped in time like everyone else. To transcend this constraint, you need... "To find a way to live forever." She said to herself, then smiled bitterly: "Is my wish the same as that of the tyrant?" "No, it's different." She shook her head. "Tyrants are too insane to achieve anything, but I am different." "With the help of the law of reincarnation, as long as there is a path to immortality in the world, I will definitely find it and embark on it." …… Chapter 19: The Past and the Present The sun sets and the moon rises, and the celestial phenomena rotate and change. In the blink of an eye, another two and a half months have passed. In the Red Line Sword Academy, Xi Heng's martial arts realm still remained at the second level of the Red Line Sword Technique. He tried his best to practice sword every day, but he only learned a few more sword moves. During these two months of practice, my own Qi and blood have only increased by 20%. If one wants to coordinate the Qi, blood and strength throughout the body and achieve great success in Ming Jin, even if one practices for several years at a time, one does not know how long it will take. However, during these two months, Xi Heng has already mastered the life-taking spell given by the elder. He understood where the so-called life span is, how to draw it out, and which meridians it needs to flow through in order to cut it down and force it to transform into qi and blood and return to the dantian. …… Incense was burning in the training room. Xi Heng sat cross-legged in it, silently reciting the skills of the deadly Kung Fu in his heart. Focus your mind on Dantian and gather energy in your palms. Open the Qihai and Mingmen acupoints, use qi and blood to find a trace of vital energy from the meridians between these two acupoints, and slowly move the vital energy out, flowing through the meridians and returning to the Dantian. After capturing Shouyuan, the large amount of Qi and blood stored in Dantian immediately locked it tightly, and then swarmed over and devoured it bit by bit. It was like a group of ants surrounding a small piece of candy, eating it up bit by bit. As a result, Qi and blood are replenished in large quantities and become stronger, with obvious gains appearing in just a short moment.
After completing a small circulation, Xi Hengwen kept the body warm for an incense stick of time until the strength and energy he had just consumed gradually recovered. He then continued to open his Dantian, allowing Qi and blood to flow out and circulate in his body's meridians for three cycles. Afterwards, he moved out a few strands of vital energy and returned them to Dantian, where he was forced to cut down the shackles of qi and blood. He repeated this twenty-four times. By the end of the practice, Xi Heng was so exhausted that he would pass out if he just closed his eyes and fell down. Xi Heng let out a long breath, covered his dantian with one hand, closed his eyes and felt the surging energy and blood in it. Now that she had accomplished her mission, the energy and blood in her body had more than doubled compared to before. I slowly opened my eyes and looked into the distance, only to find that my vision had become blurry and hazy. "This technique will also affect vision..." Xi Heng sighed. Although the impact of the first exercise was small, it was there after all. Xi Heng supported himself on the ground and stood up with his weak and stiff body. When he subconsciously combed his hair behind his ears, he found that there were some white spots among the strands of hair. She picked out a strand of slightly curly, dry white hair and tried to pull it out. Just a slight hook and the hair fell off by itself. Xi Heng frowned and slowly returned to his residence and sat in front of the dressing table. The face in the bronze mirror was no different from before, but after looking at it for a long time, Xi Heng always felt that his skin was a little darker. After all, your vital energy has been consumed, so some changes in your body are inevitable. "Once your lifespan is gone, it can't be replenished. Wait until you reload the game and then you'll become more beautiful again." Xi Heng shook his head, put the bronze mirror aside, and then he lay down on the bed with his weak body and fell asleep. …… When I woke up, it was already another day. She dressed and took a sword and went outside to practice swordplay. In the empty sword training ground, dozens of people were practicing in groups of three or four. Xi Heng cheered himself up and performed a few basic sword moves. After warming up, he walked to the sword-practicing stone and really concentrated on the red line sword's qi and blood moves. Hold the sword, put your right foot firmly on the ground, and move your body and mind forward. He took a false step, and his body suddenly turned like a dance. A flying sword with a flashing red light flew across the sky, and broke through to the front with a fierce momentum. The sword blade whistled and created a sword wind, blowing the dust on the ground away. In an instant, a red line appeared in front of the blade, and in the next instant, a deep and thin sword mark appeared on the surface of the boulder. This move, 'Cuckoo Crying Blood', could previously extend the extremely lethal red line to seven or eight centimeters at most. Now, after practicing this life-taking skill for a day, his qi and blood have doubled, and the red line on the blade has also been extended to more than ten centimeters. Xi Heng suddenly took a step forward, turned his wrist sharply and chopped forward again. The moment the qi and blood burst out, a hideous crack nearly one meter long was torn on the boulder. She couldn’t cut such a long one before—
When swinging the sword, the red line also lasts a little longer. Immediately afterwards, Xi Heng slashed out five or six Red Line Sword Level 2 moves in succession, with some energy and blood still remaining in his body. After using four more moves, the familiar feeling of fatigue finally appeared. "Not bad..." Xi Heng let out a breath and calmed himself down. After using the deadly skill just once, the energy and blood in her body increased exponentially, and she could practice it more times each time.