Chapter Eleven: Sword Movement

  "Baihuaquan, a rare good wine!" Zhang Hao said as he grabbed the wine jar and broke the seal with a slap of his hand. He tilted his head back and took a swig, the aroma of the wine spreading everywhere, sweet and refreshing, warming him up from head to toe, making him feel exceptionally comfortable.

  "Good wine, Zhang Hao raises his head and takes another big gulp."

  With a flick of his wrist, the wooden sword's edge gleamed, and the spiritual energy that had been depleted within him rapidly recovered.

  Light sword swims dragon into valley, faintly without trace, heavy sword like mountain, haha...not bad!

  Footsteps light and floating, stumbling east and west, sword moves in hand, sometimes fast, sometimes slow.

  His entire body's pores opened up, and Zhang Hao felt an exceptionally keen sense of the spiritual energy around him at this moment. Every move and every style were extremely economical with spiritual energy, and every thread of spiritual energy converged only on the three-inch edge of the wooden sword, hiding its edge when retracting.

  Big brother! Xiao Zi saw Zhang Hao, his sword moves were as fast as lightning, but his footsteps were staggering like a drunkard. He felt both happy and worried in his heart.

  Dancing with sword in right hand and holding wine in left hand.

  He raised his head and took a big gulp.

  Recalling the experiences of one's past life, there is a slight tinge of bitterness in one's heart, but after all, heaven has not been unkind to oneself, and has even given oneself another chance at life; so one should cherish this opportunity.

  Zhang Hao looked up at the sky and burst out laughing.

  This time Zhang Hao did not hide his emotions at all.

  A bright and clear laughter, soaring into the sky.

  The surrounding heaven and earth spiritual energy frantically gathered over.

  Zhang Hao unknowingly broke through the second layer of Qi cultivation and entered the third layer of Linggathering realm.

  The surrounding heavenly energy formed a whirlpool, pulling and tugging at the leaves of the ancient trees in the distance, causing them to rustle loudly.

  The spiritual energy of his right hand surged in and out, enveloping the wooden sword, as if a layer of white light had been plated on it, with cold gleams flashing and silver light overflowing.

  Hidden Sword Technique, Swimming Dragon Style.

  The sword moves like a swimming dragon, astonishing heaven and earth, arriving without a shadow and departing without a trace.

  Hidden Sword Technique, Sinking Mountain Stance.

  The sword's momentum is like a mountain, like a diamond supporting heaven and earth, falling into the human world, shocking the heavens.

  Hidden Sword Technique, divided into Sword Postures.

  The sword's momentum disperses instantly, like a giant net cast into the sea, covering rivers and lakes, dense and tight, with no fish escaping the net.

  Cold and desolate in all directions.

  Sword energy is like weaving.

  Zhang Hao sheathed his sword and stood up.

  Only beside him, on an ancient tree, a gentle breeze blew by, and the dense leaves fell down one after another.

  So the leaves were all divided into three parts, like countless small swords, drifting down from the air.

  Xiaozi stared blankly at a man in a green robe, holding a wooden sword and standing with a hint of a smile.

  Leaves fall from the sky.

  Big brother... Xiaozi called out softly.

  Zhang Hao walked over with big strides, patted Xiao Zhu's head and said warmly: "When you go back, tell Shifu Jie that I, Zhang Hao, will definitely break through to the tenth layer of Qi Refining within three months and successfully build my foundation to become an inner disciple. I won't let her down!"

  Inside Tianfeng Cave Mansion.

  Murong Xue gazed at the mirror where leaves were swirling and dancing in the air.

  A hint of surprise flashed in her clear eyes.

  This sword technique is unprecedented and unheard of, sometimes majestic as a mountain, sometimes light and agile like fire. It appears to be careless, but in reality, it is full of hidden killing intent.

  But this sword technique is neither the Red Dust Sword Manual nor the Haoran Sword Manual, what sword manual is it?

  Murong Xue had not explored all the sword techniques in the world, but he was also a person with extraordinary vision. However, this set of sword moves was something he had never seen or heard before, and he couldn't help but feel a little curious.

  After listening to Zhang Hao say that he will definitely enter the inner gate in March, he secretly looked forward to it.

  The master cultivated for 110 years, broke through the void and entered the Nirvana realm, but unexpectedly stayed in the Nirvana period for 100 years without being able to touch the mysterious golden elixir boundary. In the end, his lifespan was exhausted, and he left with regret.

  Left behind the will to let Zhang Hao take over the Hongchen Sword Sect. "In terms of talent and character, she thought she was not inferior to Zhang Hao, but the highest realm of the Red Dust Sword Technique could only be cultivated by men."

  His junior brother had always been like a wandering swordsman, indulging in the mortal world, with no time for the trivial matters of their sect, causing her to worry endlessly. Now that he has finally made up his mind, she can't help but feel a slight sense of relief.

  Gazing out the window at Tianjian Cliff, in her clear eyes seemed to be a man in white clothes as snowy, holding a sword and dancing, with sword energy soaring through the clouds, piercing through the nine heavens.

  Hei Lao San held the jade tablet, yesterday's joyful and lively mood had now become somewhat melancholic.

  Outside, twenty-one disciples had no way to cultivate the Small Green Wood True Classic. Everyone sat around the spiritual field's ridge, hanging their heads in despair.

  They were all ordinary outer disciples, and when they saw Zhang Haotian's momentum, they became somewhat infatuated.

  Who is he, Hao Ran Jian? Originally a true disciple personally accepted by the sect leader and a candidate for sect leader. These basic techniques can be learned in just a moment, but their meridians have not been opened up, their qi is stagnant, and their spiritual energy cannot circulate freely. How can they cultivate techniques?

  Everyone has contributed to this spirit stone, and the matter is ruined. Hei Lao San was somewhat ashamed, feeling a bit guilty towards everyone, but at this moment, things have come to this point, and he also had no way out.

  At this time, a middle-aged man stood up and looked at everyone before saying: "No matter what, the Hao Ran sword is now also an outer disciple of our Cuigu Valley. He has cultivated a technique that can make the Lingguang grow quickly, which is good for everyone. Why don't we return the jade tablet and invite him to come and help us with the cultivation?"

  "The old man in black listened and was slightly moved, but he also had some worries in his heart."

  "Give it a try! If he's not willing, then everyone can just focus on tending to their own plot of land and forget about everything else."

  Another man rubbed his head and said.

  "Is it! Isn't it just one sentence?"

  "It's all up to you now, Hei Lao San; whether it succeeds or not, everyone will acknowledge it."

  "Alright! I'll go talk." Hei Lao San's expression became resolute as soon as he made up his mind. He faintly felt that something in his body was stirring, a faint warmth spreading from within him. This feeling had always been there; every time he made a decision, this strange sensation would arise in his heart.

  Zhang Hao stepped out of the house and ran into Hei Lao San.

  Hei Lao San looked up and saw Zhang Hao, wiped the sweat from his forehead, smiled and said: "Hao Ge, there's something that needs to be troubling you, but I don't know if I should say it or not!"

  Zhang Hao had a good impression of Hei Lao San, feeling that he was an honest and down-to-earth low-level cultivator. Since he took eighty first-grade spirit stones from them, Zhang Hao estimated that Hei Lao San came to their doorstep for after-sales service.

  Zhang Hao smiled and said: "Hei San Ge, if there's something on your mind, just say it! We're all men, what's the point of beating around the bush?"

  Hei Lao San's heart skipped a beat when he heard Zhang Hao call him "Black Three Brother", but upon seeing Zhang Hao's expression, he found that there was no pretence or hypocrisy.

  "Thank you so much for your kindness, Hao Ge!"

  Zhang Hao shook his head helplessly and said, "From now on, just call me Zhang Hao! It sounds more comfortable."

  Hei Lao San felt even more surprised in his heart, and indeed, the temperament and habits of this Hao Ran Sword were just like the rumors.

  "It's like this, Hao... Zhang Hao." With great difficulty, he finally managed to utter these two words.

  Zhang Hao's expression was calm and his tone became smooth.

  "This Dharma is beyond the reach of outer disciples, we were wondering if you could help us with our spiritual cultivation, what do you think?"

  Zhang Hao was slightly surprised in his heart, how could they not cultivate this law decision, and he was puzzled at the same time.

  Xian Dan said faintly: "To cultivate the Small Green Wood True Classic, you must first cultivate the Starlight Qigong Decision!"