When the gin knocks on the door

Chapter 11 Baiyun Youyou
According to legend, there is a swordsmanship in the sky: the seven swords in the sky!
When this style of swordsmanship was born, the world's strongest sword immortal, the old man Yu Tu, was the head of the Seven Swords Xiaoshou Holy Temple, and then he was hidden in the world and passed on as a good story.

Later generations observed the "Seven Swords in the Sky" and created the "Baiyun Sword Technique".

Of course, the grade is lowered by dozens of steps.

This is just an ordinary acquired skill!

"Baiyun Swordsmanship" is included in the Lingzang Pavilion of Tiansang Linggong, with a total of thirteen swords.

At that time, Xu Xiaoshou, who was still average in aptitude, exhausted what he had learned all his life, and finally, within three years, he learned the first sword: Baiyun Youyou!

This is the first spiritual skill he has mastered in his life, and it is also the only one...

Well, to be exact, the thirteenth of a formula!

When his mind was devoured by darkness and he felt a huge earthquake in the world, Xu Xiaoshou saw "Zang Ku" flying with him to the clouds with a squeak.

He slashed out with a sword, and the white clouds scattered leisurely, and then gathered together leisurely.

No beginning, no end, no death.

In an instant, the endless sword style came into his mind, and countless insights came one after another.

He recalled the moments when he woke up every night and practiced hard with his sword in the courtyard.

Thorn, cross, pick, cut...

That is the most basic basic skills, that is blood and sweat, that every move and every form of energy conversion seems to be integrated at this moment.

Xu Xiaoshou looked at the white clouds in front of him and drew back his sword.

At this moment, the sword light appeared in the sky slowly, crisscrossed, seemingly coming slowly, but in fact it came in an instant.

White clouds turned into fragments, and the sky collapsed into dust.

"Huh!"

Xu Xiaoshou woke up abruptly, wearing a sloppy mouth, and as he moved, his clothes turned into pieces and withered in front of him, like white clouds in an illusion.

He bowed his head, "hidden bitterness" in his hand, seemed to be excited, and made a crisp sword cry.

and so……

"What's so special about this?"

Xu Xiaoshou was stunned, so he put the passive key in, and the key disappeared, he entered the white cloud illusion with sword intent, and hooked out the most painful scene in his heart.

After practicing for three years, I can only know the white cloud swordsmanship of the thirteenth style...

This is the acquired swordsmanship!
How inferior is the aptitude to achieve such a difficult achievement, can it not be painful!
Xu Xiaoshou calmed down. He hid his memories and quickly looked at the information bar. This thing was definitely related to the passive key.

A new line appears to update:
"Get Mastery Passive: Sword Mastery!"

Proficient?

Swordsmanship?
Xu Xiaoshou is stupid, is this the product of "one more spoonful"?

Why did I really use a passive skill that might be the most popular?Or the one with its own special effects?

"Fuck!"

Xu Xiaoshou finally couldn't help swearing, Ou Huang's possession came true?

"Swordsmanship..."

When I hear this name, it is arrogant. It is more "strong" and "sharp" than that, I don't know how many grades it is.

In the case of such a monotonous passive system, a passive skill that is higher than ordinary nouns can emerge. It is conceivable how terrible this "sword mastery" is.

not to mention……

Thinking of the white cloud illusion, Xu Xiaoshou trembled with excitement.

Could it be that I have mastered the sword moves and knowledge in the illusion?
Because it is a passive skill, every time it appears, it is silent and subtle. If it wasn't for Xu Xiaoshou's deliberate pondering, he would not have noticed his own changes.

He looked at the "hidden bitterness" in his hand, buzzing.

It's exciting!

Xu Xiaoshou clearly and strongly felt that this was the "suffering" of a dead thing, and he was very excited at this moment, it could even be said to be excited!

try it?
This thought flashed through Xu Xiaoshou's mind, so he closed his eyes and recalled the sword technique in the fantasy that shattered the clouds.

His breathing gradually fell silent, and he felt light and airy.

Ethereal, translucent, clear...

What a magical feeling.

The next moment, Xu Xiaoshou felt that he had transformed into a cloud, the white clouds were long and picturesque.

When the wind blows in summer, the white clouds disappear!
Xu Xiaoshou felt that he needed a sword.

So he took out the sword, and the sword was drawn unconsciously, which was extremely obscure, but he shuttled through the two of them all at once.

With a long sword, the bleak evening wind blows away the leaves.

Chi Chi Chi!
The scene in the illusion reappeared, and countless sword lights came leisurely, but they were instantly densely covered in the room.

It was clearly cut out at a very slow speed, but disappeared into the sky at a very fast speed.

Xu Xiaoshou opened his eyes.

boom!
The house made of red heart wood turned into pieces and fell.

Bang bang bang!
As soon as he looked up, the red heart wood fragments that filled the sky fell on his head, built a wooden grave, and buried him in it.

"Fuck!"

"what's the situation?"

……

In a cramped room, a round wooden table, three men.

Xiao Qixiu sat up straight, but the sword on his back had been placed on his knees, he shook his head seriously: "I don't drink!"

"It's not that you don't know that real sword cultivators don't get drunk, they only get drunk with their swords. Drinking alcohol will only mess up my mind. If things go on like this, my sword won't be allowed."

Housewarming snorted and sprayed the wine on the face of the old man opposite, and was immediately embarrassed: "Uh, it wasn't intentional."

He turned his head to look at Xiao Qixiu, and burst into laughter: "You seem to be able to make great progress in kendo without drinking alcohol?"

Xiao Qixiu smiled lightly: "I have indeed made some progress."

He turned to look at the old man who was wiping his face: "Lao Sang is back this time, but is he planning to live for a long time?"

There are still a few grasses on the old man's head that have not been removed. He glared at the housewarming one, took up the wine glass and drank it.

"Stay a little longer for a while!"

He looked at the empty wine glass and suddenly said, "You can be both drunk and sword drunk!"

Xiao Qixiu just wanted to refute, the old man said again: "Unfortunately, you can't do it, otherwise the Eighth Sword Immortal will be yours..."

The housewarming one couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud: "Hip-hop, hip-hop, hee..."

Xiao Qixiu: "..."

At this moment, the long sword beside his knee buzzed and vibrated violently.

The three looked at each other, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Xiao Qixiu grabbed the buzzing sword and listened carefully, and suddenly saw the pictures of everything nearby in his mind.

Tiansangling Palace, the outer courtyard.

The evening breeze is slowly, and a disciple is walking with his sword in his arms, realizing life.

Suddenly, the sword in his arms became restless, trying to break free.

He was shocked, and hurriedly held down his sword, but found that everyone around him, as long as they were sword cultivators, all suffered the same way.

"Keng--"

The sound of sword chirping sounded all over the place, and they were connected together very well, resounding through the small half of the outer courtyard.

"what's the situation?"

All the disciples were dumbfounded.

"Jianming Yili, acquired sword intent?" The old man said lightly.

"Ok!"

Xiao Qixiu nodded, got up immediately, and exclaimed:

"I didn't expect that there are disciples in the outer court who have cultivated the acquired sword will, plus the two innate spirits and one innate in the flesh that I discovered earlier, the quality of this class of disciples in the outer court is really exceptional."

"The flesh is innate?"

The old man was surprised, and even put down the wine glass, as if he was thinking about something.

Immediately, he turned his mouth and said, "I remember that the sword intent that appeared last time was that girl Su Qianqian!"

"Well, Innate Sword Intent." He added.

Xiao Qixiu looked impatient, but still replied:
"Su Qianqian is incomparable. She is a true genius. The existence of one of the 21 famous swords in the mainland in her hand makes me covetously."

"Stop pretending, come and have a look!" Elder Qiao also stood up, "Obviously he couldn't hold it anymore, and he insisted on sticking it here."

Xiao Qixiu touched his head awkwardly.

The old man smiled and said, "Go!"

The two rushed out the door.

"Tsk tsk..."

The old man was still calm, and it seemed that the acquired sword intent was not enough to arouse his interest.

He drank what was left in the jug, picked up the straw hat behind him, put it on his head, took the crutch from behind the door, and left slowly.

After a long time, he came back, closed the door and left again.

(End of this chapter)