'Knock, knock!'

There were two taps outside the door, Mo Wen sat up, patted his thigh, folded the codex and put it on the side of the pillow, and stepped forward to open the door: "Zhongxing Daoist?"

"Master Mo, did the old Tao disturb the owner's rest?"

Mo Wen waved his hand: "Where is it, Dao Chief, please come in." ”

"Thank you Master Mo!" Zhongxing walked into the room and glanced at Mo Wen's codex placed at the head of the bed, but only glanced at it.

Mo Wen picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea: "Daoist Zhongxing, please drink tea." ”

"Xie Mo Zhuang Master!"

Mo Wen stretched out his hand and motioned for Zhongxing to sit down, and he also sat down: "Dao Chief, in terms of age, Zhongxing Dao Chang has a lot of me, and in terms of qualifications, Dao Chang is a senior, and I am just a junior, so it is good for Dao Chang to call me Mo Wen." ”

Zhongxing smiled slightly: "Oh, that's right, this Mo Zhuang owner is also a little rusty when he calls it, I heard Brother Chu call him a son before, why don't you call it that way too." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare ......"

"Since you follow Childe, you are Childe's servant. ”

"The Taoist ......"

Mo asked what else to say, and ZTE suddenly changed the topic: "When I entered the door, I saw a codex on the bed of the son, could it be that it was left by the family teacher?"

Mo Wen was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly took the codex in his hand: "Exactly, I just wanted to look through the study, but except for a few mantras on it, the others are ......" Mo Wen couldn't say a few words in the Qingfeng Living Record, so he only said this, and smiled bitterly.

Zhongxing took the codex in his hand and looked at it: "Childe, this is recorded by the master when he is practicing the exercises, and the master is really a celestial person." ”

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth twitched, and he looked at Zhongxing in a good way, could he really understand it? I couldn't help but cough lightly: "Dao Chief, this codex does record some bottlenecks encountered by Qin Feng Dao Elder when he practiced, but there is no method of practice......

Zhongxing tilted his head and suddenly laughed: "Childe, the method of practice is being recorded." ”

Mo Wen grinned awkwardly: "But ......"

"Heaven and earth give birth to two rituals, two rituals give birth to four elephants, four elephants give birth to gossip, gossip becomes all things, this is my Taoist mastery. ”

"Oh? It's just this non-practice route, and there are no moves to participate in, how can I cultivate?"

Zhongxing put down the codex: "Childe, do you know what heaven and earth are?"

"This ......"

"Heaven and earth are the root of all things, at first it was just a piece of chaos, the Tao Jing said, chaos is Taiji, Taiji is one, heaven and earth give birth to two instruments, also known as Taiji gives birth to two instruments, two instruments, yin and yang, yin and yang are impermanent, and the four elephants are derived, less yang and less yin, the sun is too yin, and the four elephants are reborn into gossip! Dry is the sky, Kun is the earth, the earthquake is thunder, Xun is the wind, the kan is the water, the separation is the fire, the Gen is the mountain, and the exchange is Ze! So far, all things are alive!"

Mo Wen's brows were tightly locked, listening to ZTE's words, Mo Wen muttered to himself, his voice was very small, but ZTE really heard it: "Tao gives birth to one, one life to two, two to three, three to all things......"

ZTE's eyes lit up: "It seems that the son has already understood." ”

Mo Wen came back to his senses: "Dao Chief, this mantra is a natural principle, and there is no ...... at all."

"It is nature, the family teacher since more than ten years ago, has been trying to study the realm of non-action, what is the meaning of non-action? The body is heaven and earth, the true qi turns yin and yang, this is my Taoist practice, the road of practice is dead, the family teacher often said in the world, there are three thousand avenues, but only one of them is the right way!"

Mo Wen was shocked in his heart, whether it was the nine major sects, or the other sects and factions on the rivers and lakes, the inheritance of the exercises was all the order of famous teachers and their own hard practice, but they didn't expect that among the Daomen, there was no so-called exercises, but everyone wanted to understand, understand the world, and understand their own way.

Everyone's exercises are different, no wonder the Dao Sect has been inherited for thousands of years, Mo Wen took a deep breath: "Dao Chief, in this way, every disciple in the Dao Sect has practiced his own martial arts?"

Zhongxing shook his head: "How difficult it is to establish martial arts, even the martial arts created by the family master is just a set of palm techniques, a set of swordsmanship, in fact, this set of codex master is telling his own Tao, Buddhism self-cultivation, Taoist Qi training, this is the Tao." ”

After Zhongxing finished speaking, he drank all the tea: "Childe, Lao Dao came tonight to ask when he would leave tomorrow, and he didn't want to disturb Childe, so Lao Dao retired here." ”

Mo Wen didn't speak, his mind seemed to be washed by a new idea, ZTE didn't bother, silently walked out of the room, and closed the door.

Mo Wen grabbed the codex, spread it out again, looked at it for a while, his eyes were slightly closed, he recalled that when he was a child, he peeked at Mo Daoyuan's practice, and the aura around his body could feel the vibration under his feet ten zhang away.

There is also Ye Zheng, he has never really taught himself an internal skill, but just blindly taught himself the method of practicing qi, at this moment he seems to understand that everyone knows the way of practicing qi, but the path chosen by everyone is different.

Mo Wen calmed down, the codex he had just read, the content on it had been forgotten at the moment, Mo Wen was just breathing, it was really a breath and an inhalation, the breath was long, every item in the room seemed to be following the frequency of Mo Wen's breathing swaying slightly, and the teacup in front of him seemed to bear what distance between Mo Wen's breath, and it actually cracked a crack, and it was about to break apart, and it took a breath of time, but it was intact.

Mo asked unconsciously, the vigorous and powerful seven big characters written by Qingfeng came to mind one by one, what is his own way? From the beginning, what he chose was the way of the sword, the seven big characters, all of which were dismantled at the moment, so where is the word, every stroke, every division is clearly the sword move left by Qingfeng, this sword move seems to be practiced by countless people in front of them, and it seems to be a person in one go.

The corners of Mo Wen's mouth raised lightly, from the beginning of his martial arts practice, from the Tao Te Ching that Mo Daoyuan forced himself to recite when he was a child, the sword that Ye Zheng taught at the beginning, and the Seven Killings of the Netherworld left by Qin Xiangtian that he later learned at the bottom of the cliff, and then to the Xuanqing Sword Technique taught by Dongfang Aoki, and then the sword intent he comprehended in Northern Xinjiang, and then to this moment...... It all runs through, three thousand avenues, different paths to the same end, this is my sword trick!

Thinking of this, Mo Wen's eyes widened, and the things in the room immediately turned into a piece of powder, Mo Wen was not surprised, but his face was extremely relaxed, with a flick of his arm, the wooden window opened immediately, and Mo Wen jumped out of the city.

Whether it is the Seven Kills of the Netherworld, or the Xuanqing Sword Technique, when Mo Wen flew out, he removed a branch from his hand, and at this moment, his arm shook, and all the stumps and leaves shook off, and with one move, the earth seemed to be torn apart by the power of heaven and earth, Mo Wen's move seemed to be extremely slow, but in fact, every move was already stabbed out of hundreds of swords, and after a moment, there was no trace of intact around.

As soon as the branch in Mo Wen's hand was thrown and stuck on the ground, the person had already disappeared in place, leaving four big words on the ground where the sword qi was intertwined, 'Ask the sky and nine swords!'

(End of chapter)