"We're here. This is Hong Asan's kendo dojo." Zhang Song said softly from the side.

Liang Yan nodded and looked upstream of the glacier.

I saw a man in Confucian robes sitting cross-legged in mid-air. This man had thick eyebrows, big eyes, dark complexion, short stature, and very steady eyes.

He was looking at the monks on both sides of the glacier, seeming to be observing their cultivation.

Zhang Song and Liang Yan didn't want to disturb them, so they just stood aside and waited quietly.

After a while, Hong Asan finally looked over.

Zhang Song immediately raised his hands and said with a smile: "I am Zhang Song, son of Zhang Miao. I would like to meet Uncle Hong."

This title made Liang Yan feel a little awkward.

However, on second thought, it makes sense.

Zhang Song is a monk in the Transformation Realm. Logically speaking, he should be a peer of Hong Asan, but he came here because of his father's relationship. Back then, Zhang Miao and Hong Asan were classmates, and now Zhang Song wants to show respect.

, it makes sense to call Hong Asan "uncle".

After hearing this, Hong Asan smiled slightly: "Are you Zhang Miao's son? He mentioned to me many times back then that his eldest son had the appearance of becoming a saint. Now it seems that what he said is true. We haven't seen him for five hundred years.

I didn’t expect you to have broken through the realm of transformation and survived one disaster or six disasters!”

"Uncle is joking, how can my strength be enough?"

Zhang Song shook his head with a smile, and then said: "Let me introduce, the person next to me is Lu Xuanji Lu Daoist. He is the only monk who has passed the recruitment assessment and came to the Cangjian Academy. We hit it off and we are familiar with the sword.

'He was very interested, so I invited him to come and observe."

"Lu Xuanji?"

Hong Asan looked at Liang Yan and said thoughtfully: "I have heard your name. You passed Fang Xi's test on the first day you came here. Many people in the academy are interested in you."

"It's just a fluke." Liang Yan smiled slightly: "How can my meager skills compare with Confucian swordsmanship? This time I came to the Cangjian Academy to take a further step in swordsmanship. As for whether I can be selected for the virtual realm theory,

That comes next.”

Hong Asan nodded: "Yes, you are quite open-minded, at least you don't hide anything! Unlike some hypocrites, who on the surface vow to enter the world-disaster realm to slay demons and defend the way, but in their hearts they are so afraid that they come here

There is only one purpose, and that is to learn the superior skills of my academy."

After saying that, he pointed with his hand, and two futons instantly appeared on the left side of the glacier.

"Sit down." Hong Asan said calmly.

"Thank you!"

Liang Yan and Zhang Song thanked each other at the same time, then flashed and sat on the futon.

"You have also caught up with a good opportunity. The Void Realm Discussion once in five hundred years is the only opportunity for outsiders to learn the secrets of the Confucian League. Although I personally do not agree with it, since those senior saints have made such a decision, Hong

Of course I will follow it."

After hearing this, Zhang Song chuckled and said: "When my father was in the academy, he admired Uncle Hong very much. Later he founded his own power and often told us about it. Zhang had admired him for a long time, and today he finally had the opportunity to meet him.

The 'Sword Pointer' lineage is so mysterious!"

"You and your father have very different personalities."

Hong Asan smiled slightly and said nothing more on this topic.

He glanced at it and said leisurely: "It's rare for new students to register today. Ming Zhao, please come and introduce to them what 'Sword Finger' is."

"yes."

A young man stood up from the futon, bowed to Liang Yan and Zhang Song, and then said: "The so-called 'sword finger' is actually just a false name. The real essence of this lineage lies in: Transformation

The sword is the body, and the body is the sword, and finally reaches the ultimate point of 'human and sword becoming one'."

"The combination of man and sword?" Liang Yan's heart moved: "Fellow Taoist, can you elaborate?"

Ming Zhao nodded and said: "The sword points to the first level of the body. It must be tempered thousands of times, and then the natal sword pill is integrated into the body using secret methods. Once the practice is successful, it will become a flying sword, and it can hurt the enemy with every move."

"There is such a secret method!"

Liang Yan was surprised on the surface, but secretly thought in his heart: "It turns out that this secret technique of 'Sword Finger' is based on the body of a sword, which coincides with my body as a sword spirit."

Last night, the move he used to defeat Su Xiaodie was exactly the same.

"only……"

Liang Yan paused and then said: "My generation of swordsmen all use swords to kill people. As the saying goes, 'Using a sword and riding the wind, killing people thousands of miles away', how can we risk our lives?"

Ming Zhao replied: "Everyone in the world knows that my sword cultivator's physical body is weak, so there are flaws to be found. If I can temper my physical body with the method of tempering sword pills and make myself into a flying sword, there will be no flaws in my body."

"This is interesting..." Liang Yan nodded.

Ming Zhao bowed again and then sat down quietly.

Hong Asan said at this time: "The six styles of the Wisdom Sword all use skill to defeat the enemy, but my 'Sword Finger' lineage has no skill. It must be polished day after day, for hundreds or even thousands of years, to be able to do so."

He has made great achievements. As for why the Patriarch incorporated the 'Sword Finger' into the Six Styles, it may be because he considered the principle of 'great wisdom is as stupid as great wisdom, but great skill is useless'..."

Having said this, he sighed again and said: "It is extremely difficult to practice in my 'Jianzhi' lineage, so the number of people is very small. Since Master Shi Chong passed away in the world of disaster five hundred years ago, there has never been a Ya

I have mastered the Holy Realm Sword. Hong has little talent and little knowledge, but he has to shoulder the heavy responsibility of preaching."

After hearing this, Liang Yan was surprised and said: "The world-disaster realm is so dangerous? Even the sword cultivators in the sub-sage realm have fallen?"

"Opportunities are uncertain and dangers are unpredictable in the World of Disaster Realm. If you are lucky, you can certainly deal with it easily, but if you encounter some extreme situations, even the Lesser Sage will suffer." Hong Asan sighed.

"That's it." Liang Yan nodded.

Hong Asan added: "Now you have a preliminary understanding of 'Sword Finger'. If you are still interested, you can stay and listen to the lecture. If you feel that this path is too difficult or not suitable for you, you can leave on your own. I will not ignore it."

For offense."

Liang Yan and Zhang Song looked at each other and both smiled and said: "Now that we are here, we naturally want to see the mystery of the 'Sword Finger'. How can we be deterred by hope?"

"good."

Hong Asan nodded, showing satisfaction.

"My sword finger lineage needs to integrate the sword pill into the Dantian. Others use their bodies to control the sword, but we use our swords to control our bodies. The sword's intention is my intention..."

At this point, he suddenly smiled: "Back then, some people slandered us and said that this was a 'sign of being possessed', but as long as the sword's intention is pure and the sword's heart is clear, what does it matter if you give your body to Feijian?"

When Liang Yan heard this, his heart moved and he was greatly shocked.

Unexpectedly, this "sword fingering" technique was not just about using one's body to use the sword, but also the step of "controlling people with the sword", which really subverted all his previous perceptions.

"To practice the secret technique of 'Sword Finger', you need to understand the truth and understand the cause and effect, otherwise what is in your body is the magic sword. Once the magic sword takes control of your body, it will be doomed."

Having said this, Hong Asan stood up and said slowly: "Let me demonstrate."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes turned a strange purple.

A frightening sword intent emanated from his body, and his whole temperament changed instantly. It was no longer the calm and restrained look just now, but instead had a domineering and arrogant aura!

Liang Yan looked at him and found that the man's pupils had changed their shape and looked like sword shapes!

"What a secret sword-pointing technique!" Liang Yan secretly praised it in his heart.

He guessed that the one controlling Hong Asan's body now should be the sword pill in his body. Because the human sword is one and he has been practicing for many years, this sword pill has its own consciousness and can "control people with the sword."

"Hey, that guy Hong Asan is bragging again!"

Hong Asan spoke slowly, but his voice was very hoarse, as if someone was hiding in the palace and talking from a distance.

Everyone on the futon was used to it, so they were not surprised by this, and they all cupped their hands and said:

"I've met Mr. Hong."

Liang Yan was stunned after hearing this, and couldn't help but send a voice message to Ming Zhao nearby and asked: "This is... the name of the sword pill in Hong Asan's body?"

"That's right." Ming Zhao's voice message replied: "This Jianwan is very spiritual and likes to be competitive. Because he couldn't stand Hong Asan's character, he called himself 'Master Hong' and wanted to overpower him."

After listening to Ming Zhao's explanation, Liang Yan couldn't help but laugh.

It seems that giving Kenmaru a sense of autonomy may not be a good thing, at least it will cause a lot of trouble.

At this time, "Hong Asan" was clasping his hands behind his back and pacing leisurely in front of everyone.

"Yo! A new student has arrived today."

He looked at Liang Yan, then at Zhang Song, and said with a smile: "Let me tell you, this kid Hong Asan has no ability, he just likes to brag. If something really happens, I, Mr. Hong, will have to take care of him. I remember when he

He fell into someone else's illusion in the ancient ruins and was besieged by five opponents of the same realm. If I hadn't shown my power, he would have long ago..."

At this point, his body suddenly shook, as if someone was fighting for control.

"Hong Asan's" face stiffened for a moment, and then he shouted: "Okay, okay! I understand, old things from the past... don't talk about it!"

Only then did the body regain its composure.

"Hong Asan" smiled again and said: "It's a rare occasion to come out and let me see, Xiao Ming, Xiao Wei, Xiao He... how are you practicing?"

After everyone heard this, they all smiled helplessly.

Ming Zhao cupped his hands and said: "Master Hong, the teacher asked you to come out because he wants to show the power of the 'Sword Finger' magical power. Please don't do anything irrelevant again."

"snort!"
To be continued...