Late at night, Zhang Shaoyang sat on the stone and felt worried. For the past few hours, he had been trying to pull the sword out of the stone, but no matter how hard he tried, there was no sign of the sword coming out.

The snoring of the fat man next to him has been heard for a long time. Yu Wuyi and Xiao Chong'er have already rested on the stone table. Only Chi'er is still guarding under the huge rock, holding Qiushui Sword in her arms, as if she is thinking about something.

As for the old sword immortal, he had already returned to the thatched hut to sleep.

Zhang Shaoyang looked depressed at the rusty Bai Lu Jian. Zhang Shaoyang was active by nature, unlike ordinary literati, but he had never suffered since childhood, nor had he done heavy work. He felt it was difficult to lift the sword that weighed an ordinary three-pound pound, let alone pull the sword out of the stone. Zhang Shaoyang was still self-aware, but how could he say that the sword immortal senior gave him a chance? If he gave up like this, how could he talk about practicing martial arts and avenge the scholar?

"Hey!" Zhang Shaoyang sighed.

"Chi'er, do you think if you pull it out secretly, then you will say I pulled it out. Will Senior Sword Immortal discover it?" Zhang Shaoyang said to Chi'er in a low voice.

Chi'er frowned: "But isn't this a lie to senior? If he finds out, let alone becoming a disciple, he might be bombarded away immediately."

Zhang Shaoyang said with a bitter face: "But I can't pull it out at all. In this way, Senior Sword Immortal will not accept me as his disciple."

Both of them were silent for a while, and suddenly Zhang Shaoyang was happy: "Hey, Senior Sword Immortal only said that no one was allowed to help. Then you can teach me how to pull out the sword, which is not a coincidence!"

"That's right." Chi'er smiled and then said, "Then I will teach you how to exert force."

"good!"

"You should focus on the strength of Xingyi, energy, and energy. You should stand first, then take a step on your right foot and bend your knees to stabilize your body first."

Zhang Shaoyang did as Chi'er said and put on a horse stance: "Is that true?"

"Well, don't think of other distractions in your mind at this moment, just follow what I guide you. Close your eyes first and imagine that there is nothing in front of you at this moment. As long as the sword is not stuck on the stone, it is suspended in the air, and you just need to pick it up."

Seeing Zhang Shaoyang gradually entering the state, Chi'er continued: "First spit out the turbid air in your chest, and inhaling a breath of clear air. At this moment, the yin and yang energy alternate in your chest cavity. Close this breath, and then slowly use your energy to gather all the strength in your body in the palms of your hands."

Zhang Shaoyang felt a wonderful state, as if there was a mysterious force under his feet climbing his legs and wandering around him, and a sword in front of him stood quietly in the air, and he just needed to reach out and pick it up.

"Okay, now you reach out and hold the sword, and hold it up with that force."

Zhang Shaoyang stretched out his hands and steadily held the hilt of the Bailu Sword. At this moment, there was a sense of heat in his palm, as if a force was about to break out of his body. He suddenly opened his eyes, and his hands exerted force at this moment.

"Chi!" Bai Lu Sword made a light sound, but it was only that, without moving at all.

Zhang Shaoyang sat dejectedly on the stone and said unhappily: "I knew it would be like this."

Chi'er didn't say anything, but Yao Sanming in the hut was shocked at this moment, and then sighed slightly: "Oh, I'm a little anxious, otherwise he might be able to pull out half an inch. Haha, this kid is of average qualification and has excellent understanding."

Three days passed without realizing it. During this period, Zhang Shaoyang didn't know how many times he tried, but he couldn't pull the sword out of the huge rock. In addition to him, the fat man also tried many times. The fat man has always respected these experts in the martial arts world. Now the sword immortal seniors themselves have said that whoever can pull the sword out can be his apprentice. That is to say, everyone except him, Zhang Shaoyang, has a chance. But he laughed at Zhang Shaoyang's fat man for a long time and went up to exert his energy. The Bai Lu Jian still didn't move.

Since Zhang Shaoyang knew that he could not pull it out with brute force, he had already changed his strategy. He was so hard that he could not be soft. He also beat the sword fairy's legs and waist, served tea and water, and gave all kinds of diligence, but in the end, the old senior said: The technique is good!

Enjoy it is something to enjoy, but it is impossible to accept disciples! This is what Yao Sanming thought. After staying in the deep mountains and forests for a long time, his body and bones will almost rust like the white dew sword. If you pick up a free labor, then why don’t you hurry up and wait until this kid’s freshness passes, and after leaving, only he, the old man, will be able to see a living person in the deep mountains for many years.

Zhang Shaoyang, who was pinching his legs for Senior Sword Immortal, had other ideas in his mind. Although he was not old, he was thinking one by one. Although this Sword Immortal is so famous, he has found some ways after another after another after getting along these days. Senior Sword Immortal has a bad temper, but he is not a difficult person to get along with. Thinking about Senior Sword Immortal's disobedient look when he saw Qiu Shui Jian, Zhang Shaoyang felt that the relationship between the Sword Immortal and the Flower Immortal must be extraordinary. According to Senior Sword Immortal's meaning, his mother is the sworn sister of the Flower Immortal?

Don’t eat soft and hard food? Then I’ll give you a way to use both soft and hard food!

Zhang Shaoyang, who was pinching his legs, couldn't help but smile on his face, and the force on his hands became a little heavier. The old sword fairy, who was closing his eyes to rest, said 'Ouch' and cursed, "You little bastard, you can't light your hands."

"Senior, don't you want to know some things about Senior Flower Fairy?"

The old sword fairy opened her eyes and looked at Zhang Shaoyang with a smirk. She understood a little bit in her heart and said angrily: "You little baby, what a fuck!"

"I don't know, my father might know. If you accept me as your disciple, I'm worried that my father won't tell you?"

"Hmph, if your father knows, I will come to him by myself. Although I have been retiring for many years, I don't think your father dares not give me such a face. Why bother to accept such a fool like you as a disciple and insult my reputation?"

Zhang Shaoyang pinched his hand again and said with a slight smile: "The name of senior is of course effective. My father dares not give you face, but my father is just a merchant. If you rely on your martial arts to bully the ordinary people, if this is spread, your name of Sword Immortal will be stained. Besides, even if my father tells you, you may not owe a favor to our family. It would be better to accept me as your disciple now. Even if our family owes you this love, it will be natural."

"Bad, you little boy, dare to smile with me, look at the fight."

Zhang Shaoyang had already avoided it, and the old and the young were chasing and fighting. How could it be seen that the old man who was panting running was the famous sword fairy Yao Sanming? The two of them chased and disappeared in the mountains and forests soon.

When they appeared again, the two were already lying by the river, one of them had a fishing rod, and they were leisurely catching fish.

"Senior, do you really not accept me as your disciple?" Zhang Shaoyang lay on the ground, staring at the clouds in the sky and staring at the sky.
Chapter completed!