When Jiang Tingyun woke up, it was already dawn.
He got up from the bed as usual. After washing up, he grabbed the long sword hanging on the wall and walked out of the door.
The fog in the mountains was very thick, especially in April. It was almost impossible to see the road ahead.
But to Jiang Tingyun, this was not a difficult task.
On the contrary, he even liked this kind of weather.
He felt that in this kind of weather, he could see many things that he could not see clearly before.
With this thought, he slowly closed his eyes.
Of course, the villagers could not build stone stairs. There was only one road down the mountain from here. It was a mud road. There was also only one road up the mountain. It was also a mud road.
And now, he was walking up the mountain.
Spring was a rainy season. Last night, it happened to rain in the mountains. The ground was wet. An ordinary person walking on such a mountain path would inevitably be frightened.
But he was not.
Jiang Tingyun had already closed his eyes at this moment. His expression was leisurely.
He closed his eyes as if they were not closed. He walked on the mountain path with steady steps.
He seemed to be able to see the road around him clearly.
The morning sun gradually rose. When the first ray of the morning sun pierced through the layers of clouds and shone on the moss at the top of the mountain, Jiang Tingyun was already sitting peacefully under the old locust tree.
He sat cross-legged. The long sword was placed horizontally on his knees.
He still had his eyes closed and was in meditation.
If someone observed at this moment, they would discover that his "meditation" was a kind of meditation in the true sense of the word.
His body almost did not tremble in the slightest. Only the sound of breathing, the slightly flapping of his nose, and the slowly rising and falling of his chest reminded him that there was still a living person here.
He was almost one with the mountain, the tree, and the cool breeze.
His expression gradually became tranquil, and his breathing gradually relaxed. He gradually grasped that trace of feeling. Now, he only needed to wait for a moment.
He only needed to wait for the wind to come.
"Whoosh, whoosh ~"
The cool breeze in the mountains did not need him to wait for too long. Soon, a cool breeze blew. The old locust tree made a "whoosh" sound.
A few leaves of the locust tree slowly fell down with the breeze.
"Qin!"
He moved, and the long sword in the scabbard quickly unsheathed. Then, he struck three times in succession.
The first strike split a leaf 1.3 meters away from him into two halves.
The second slash split a leaf 1.5 meters behind him into two halves.
For the third slash, he also split a leaf in half. Unlike before, this leaf was on his right, about two meters away from him.
His arm was seventy centimeters long and his sword was ninety-nine centimeters long.
In other words, judging from the distance, his longsword would not be able to reach the leaf.
It was the Sword Qi that had split the leaf in half!
Then, he opened his eyes in satisfaction and looked down at the long sword in his hand, muttering to himself, "I've finally cultivated Sword Qi … Now, I'm finally qualified to roam the martial world, right?"
Yes, he was a transmigrator, and the world he transmigrated to was a martial arts world. Well … at least that was what he thought.
Twelve years ago, the Yangtze River changed its course, and the surging river drowned Riverside Village. His parents in this world also drowned in that disaster.
After that, he lived on the help of the remaining villagers in Riverside Village.
Ten years ago, he wandered aimlessly in the mountains and found a cave. In that cave, he saw a skeleton, as well as the inner strength cultivation method Serenity Sutra, the sword technique Void Sword, and a well-preserved sword in the box under him.
At that time, he understood that he had transmigrated to a martial arts world!
The reason why he did not hear any rumors about martial artists in Riverside Village was because the news was blocked here. There were martial artists in this world!
After that, he practiced the Serenity Sutra day and night. To be honest, his talent was not very good. He practiced for three years before he could sense Qi.
It took him a full ten years to cultivate the Sword Qi, which was the beginner stage of the 《Ethereal Sword》.
This kind of talent was not good in the martial arts world, was it?
However, he had already gotten over it. If he had no talent, then so be it. He was already very satisfied to be able to experience the feeling of being a swordsman.
Thinking of this, he stood up from the ground, sheathed his sword, and walked down the mountain.
"If there are no accidents, I will go down the mountain tomorrow … I really don't know what the martial arts world is like."
He muttered to himself.
At this moment, he was a little excited, curious, nervous, and scared.
He did not know what the legendary martial arts world was like, and what level he was at in it.
"Sword Qi … Generally speaking, it should be a relatively rare skill, right? If you look at it from the martial arts novels I read … "
He frowned, somewhat worried.
After so many years in the mountain, he had long been used to talking to himself. Otherwise, if he had not talked to anyone for a long time, he might have forgotten the language of this world.
Soon, he smiled in relief. "Who cares? There is no smooth sailing in life … The future is never clear. I can't really stay in the mountain forever, can I? That's not what I want. "
Thinking of this, he made up his mind to go down the mountain.
But before that, he still had some things to do.
The first thing he had to do was to say goodbye to his "master".
His master was naturally that nameless skeleton.
Although he had not received his master's teachings, after all, he had learned the swordsmanship that he had left behind. Then, it was only right to call him master.
And that skeleton had already been dug and buried by him. There was a tombstone erected next to it, on which were written: The Tomb of Jiang Tingyun's Nameless Master.
He walked to his master's grave, knelt down, and kowtowed. "Master, although I don't know your name, I know your background, and I don't know if you have any enemies that you need me to help you take revenge. But, I will pass down 'Sword of Void' well. This can be considered as fulfilling one of your wishes … This should be your wish, right?"
In martial arts novels, those old sword immortals usually had this wish.
After kowtowing three times, he got up and walked down the mountain.
The second thing he had to do was to say goodbye to the villagers.
After all, the villagers of Riverside Village had raised him for so many years. If he left without saying goodbye, it would be too inhumane.
Soon, he met the villagers on his way down the mountain.
"That's … that's a sword immortal! Hey, look, isn't that a sword immortal? "
One of the children with sharp eyes had long seen Jiang Tingyun's figure. He pulled the adult beside him and screamed excitedly.
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