Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1003 Dao Heart Broken

Min Surong knew that she was worried about her son's safety, so she didn't say anything. She just waved her hand gently, indicating that she should go.

He knew very well in his heart that Shuqin's practice for most of his life was probably wasted.

Such a heart of Tao has been shattered.

This matter cannot be blamed on anyone else. As the headmaster, there is nothing I can do about it.

Shu Qin didn't think so much. All she cared about was the safety of her son Shu Fengting. After turning around and going out, she didn't have time to prepare anything. She had already walked out of the courtyard, crossed a nine-curve bridge, spread out her body, crossed mountains and ridges, and sped all the way down the mountain.

This is why all the masters of spiritual practice choose to go to remote mountains and isolated islands, places where no one will disturb them, to avoid worldly troubles and seek the truth with all their heart.

Just like Lin Feng at this moment, it was late at night and everyone was asleep, but he was in a corner, gritting his teeth and enduring the pain.

Broken Sword and Lin Feng are in tune with each other. Ever since he absorbed the energy and blood of the three inner disciples of the Wulixin Sect, Broken Sword has been in a state of restlessness all the time.

Lin Feng appears calm on the surface, but his heart is like surging waves. When the tide comes, the wind rises and the clouds surge, and the waves crash against the shore.

The tide receded, and the water was as calm as a boat under the moon, with only slight ripples on the mirror-like surface.

Lin Feng has not found a good way to control this situation, and he just suppresses it by quickly circulating his true energy in waves.

Sometimes, a slight negligence would cause him to feel chest tightness and spurt out blood.

These days, Lin Feng wanted to throw away the broken sword. It was a double-edged sword. Although it could defeat the enemy unexpectedly, it could also make him fall into the abyss and become addicted and unable to extricate himself.

Finally, Lin Feng suppressed his restlessness and regained his composure.

He breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his forehead, casually took out the broken sword, placed it across his knees, and looked at it carefully in the clear moonlight.

There was no visible change in the appearance of the broken sword, but when Lin Feng touched it with his fingers, he could feel the endless space as vast as the ocean.

His consciousness probed uncontrollably into the vast fog, and he could only hear something roaring and surging like the tide of the sea, but he could not see anything. He only felt that there was a mysterious force pulling him in.

The two sides kept pulling at each other. Although the space made people feel terrified, it also allowed their consciousness to wander, gaining a sense of comfort and roundness. They wanted to let it sink in and give up everything...

Lin Feng used all his strength to regain consciousness. His whole body was soaked with sweat, and his hands and feet were trembling as he moved the broken sword away.

The more I know, the more insignificant I feel, and the more I worship Broken Sword.

Lin Feng took a silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his head and face to calm his rapidly beating heart.

He raised his hand in front of his eyes and found that not only the hand holding the silk handkerchief was shaking, but his arm was also shaking, as if he had just experienced strenuous exercise.

Lin Feng wanted to stand up, but his legs were weak and he couldn't complete the simple action of bending over and standing up.

Just a moment of exploration, and my body felt hollowed out.

He shook his head, fell down on the torn straw mat, leaned against the corner of the broken wall, and listened blankly to his heart beating like a drum.

Suddenly, I remembered what my master Taoist Master Zhen Zhuo said: the broken sword in one's hand is a very evil thing. Once you lose your mind because of it, you will sink into depravity and die from exhaustion of energy.

If we can suppress this thing, we will surely accomplish a great and amazing feat.

I don't know who destroyed this thing over the thousands or tens of thousands of years. Even if only a fragment is left, it is not an ordinary thing in the world and cannot be easily taken by people.

His life was saved by the Broken Sword. If it weren't for the Broken Sword, he would have died long ago.

Does this mean that I have suppressed the Broken Sword, or that I have been conquered by the Broken Sword?

I definitely can't suppress Broken Sword, but he still has independent consciousness. Doesn't it mean that neither of them is willing to submit to the other?

Just like that, Lin Feng's mind was full of random thoughts, and he gradually fell into a deep sleep.

As the night faded, the sunlight slowly climbed onto Lin Feng's sleepy face.

When he opened his eyes, Lin Feng felt empty inside, as if he was an empty shell with all his internal organs gone.

He tried to circulate his Qi, following the previous meridian routes, guiding it with his consciousness, and allowing it to move quickly throughout his body.

The true qi still exists, but I found that when the true qi travels through the meridians, it gives a round and comfortable expansion feeling.

And now, it is like a small boat crossing the wide river, with nothing to rely on except the surging waves.

Of course, the speed of the true Qi is indeed several times faster than before.

Lin Feng looked puzzled. Is this progress?

The meridians have been widened so much?

The abundant amount of true energy he had before now looked like his Zhenxi warship, which was not even a little bit inferior to a small fishing boat.

Just as Lin Feng was studying his body fascinatedly, Yan Xiaoding came over rubbing his eyes.

"Master Shu, get up and make some porridge. The porridge last night was so delicious that my stomach is growling again."

Helplessly, Lin Feng instantly returned to reality and stretched lazily.

"Is there any more rice?"

"Of course there are quite a few."

"If you have rice, you have porridge. Just wait for me to cook it."

As he spoke, Lin Feng stretched out his strength and tried to get up to wash the pot and light a fire to cook.

Unexpectedly, he was caught off guard and bumped headfirst into the opposite wall. The bricks and stones in the broken wall were already unstable, and when he hit them, there was a loud crashing sound.

Lin Feng was thrown to the ground along with the bricks, lime and soil.

Yan Xiaoding stared blankly at Lin Feng who was lying among the rocks, unable to react for a moment.

Lin Feng was even more embarrassed. Why couldn't he control his hands and feet, and even his body?

Without getting up in a hurry, he stretched out his hand and raised it to his eyes to take a look.

Then he slowly and tentatively climbed up, twisting his waist and shoulders at the same time, trying to feel where he was injured.

There was no pain, and my whole body felt very light, as if full of strength. I felt like I could jump into the sky if I exerted force with my legs and feet.

Lin Feng connected the abnormality at this time with what happened last night.

It’s hard to tell now whether it was an encounter or an opportunity.

"Gluck cluck..."

Before Lin Feng could figure it out, he heard Yan Xiaoding's bell-like laughter beside him. She pointed at herself and couldn't help shaking.

"Shu, Master Shu... Hehehe... You, are you confused in your sleep..."

Lin Feng smiled awkwardly, slowly got up, and looked around at the dilapidated house with bricks scattered all over the floor.

"We have to move to another place. We can't stay here."

He looked at the iron pot on the stove and fortunately it was not affected, otherwise the porridge would not be able to be cooked.

Iron pots are rare items. The team of the Seven Heroes of the Yan family has been hiding from place to place and running on horseback all day long. Few people are willing to carry an iron pot, which is a cumbersome thing.

Yan Xiaoding finally stopped laughing, took out a piece of silk and wiped the tears from his eyes.

"Master Shu, what happened to you just now?"

"Uh, it seems like I had a nightmare and woke up in fright."

"Hehehe...you hit the wall so fast, I didn't even see clearly before you crashed into it. Did I scare you?"

Lin Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You are not that scary."

Yan Xiaoding's face darkened.

"Not that scary, I mean, I'm a little scary?"