On the fifth day of the first month of the second year of Yongle, it was a harsh winter. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Although it is the season of snowfall, there are still clouds and mist on this Zongmin Mountain, and there is no snow at all.

At a glance, the mountains are full of dust, and it seems that the fairy and ghost stories are spread here.

In the place where the clouds were shrouded, a mountain peak rose from the clouds.

And this is the highest peak on the Min Mountain, Sanqing Peak.

At this moment, in the cliff on the top of the mountain, a young man in a black and white robe was dancing in the air like a silver snake.

The sword rotated around his body, and as soon as the young man took out the sword, a light blue sword aura came out.

Then, Dao Dao sword qi poured into the clouds and mist, stirring up the sea of fog in front of him with the meaning of tumbling, as if a swimming dragon was jubilant in the sea of fog.

"Good!".

Just as the sword-wielding man was about to collect his sword, he saw a white-haired old man in a green robe standing behind him, about sixty years old, and praised him.

When the young man heard this, he immediately turned around.

When I looked closely, I found that it was the head of the sect who was watching him practice his sword.

So, I saw him smile and said, "Master, the apprentice has just broken through the second grade." I tried the sword qi in this Taiyi True Scripture."

"Wu Shi, you are the most qualified person among the younger generation of disciples of the Dao Sect. And this Taiyi Sutra has been learned only by the successive heads and the next heads since the Sanfeng Patriarch created the merit. Today, I am very pleased to see you practice Taiyi sword qi."

"Haha, master, don't praise me like that. However, this Sanfeng Patriarch is really good, I didn't expect this Taiyi True Scripture to be so mysterious." The young man, laughing again.

"That's nature"

The old man in the green robe also smiled kindly.

......

At the same time, eight hundred miles away, in a cave in the mountain behind the Buddha Sect.

A young, dumb-headed, bald little monk meditated in front of a figure on the mountain wall.

It is said that the founder of Buddhism, the patriarch of Bodhidharma, was facing the wall in this mountain for seven years.

Then, one day to break the realm, the work to the fourth grade.

With his breakthrough, the shadow of his meditation in the past seven years was left on the surface of this mountain wall.

That's why there is a saying in the world that Bodhidharma 'takes a photo on the wall'.

And the little monk has been sitting in front of the figure left by the patriarch on the mountain wall for three months.

On weekdays, his meals are brought to this mountain by the abbot and the little monks in the sect for him to eat.

At this time, it was noon, but although the food sent had been placed at the entrance of the cave, the little monk in the cave had no idea of eating.

I saw that the eyes of this little monk were looking at the shadow on the wall.

And the figure on the wall writhed on the smooth wall for some reason.

"What? How can there be a figure moving? ”。 The little monk looked at the wall with some puzzlement.

"It would be nice if the master was here, the master knows so many things, and he will definitely be able to tell me what to do next."

But just when he thought of his master, he suddenly remembered what the master had said to him three months ago, and remembered the harmless face of the master, "Wu Nian, our Dharma Patriarch broke through in the cave back then. You must cultivate hard in the future and strive to surpass your ancestors."

"Could it be...... This is the Yijin Sutra created by the ancestors? ”。 The little monk's eyes widened at this time, staring at the wriggling figure on the wall.

His heart moved with the shadow, and the little monk finally understood something.

So, he began to cultivate seriously.

Immediately after, the figure writhed faster and faster, and the shadow on the wall became fainter and fainter.

It wasn't until a long time later, until the figure faded to the point that ordinary people could no longer recognize it, that there was a roaring sound in the belly of this little monk.

After the sound, the little monk's body was filled with Buddha's light, and the dim cave was warm.

And this is the image of the success of the Buddha Yijin Sutra.

……

……

At the same time, in the southwest corner of the Ming Dynasty, in the Yunnan-Guizhou Mountains. A man in cloth was practicing his sword in the snow.

The inky black sword danced lightly in the snowy sky, sometimes splashing a snowflake, sometimes cutting a chasm.

In short, Shi Wuwei, who had just practiced the sword for a few days, already had an appearance.

At this time, Lu Yunxian was walking out of the house.

I saw that his beard and hair were all white, fluttering in the wind, like the Taishang Laojun above the nine heavens, showing his immortal spirit.

When Shi Wuwei saw the master coming out of the house, he put away his sword and asked.

"Master".

"Wuwei, how did you practice the swordsmanship that the teacher taught you the day before yesterday?" Lu Yunxian didn't know why, his mood was a little heavy today.

"Master, this vertical and horizontal sword technique is really profound. I only remember how to make a move, but this sword intent is not the point." Shi Wuwei said distressedly.

And he rose from the hour of each day for these two days. After eating breakfast, I began to practice swordsmanship, and the cycle continued.

He practiced in the courtyard for six hours every day. Although he has memorized the sword trick, it is only a false appearance, and it is still 108,000 miles away from what the master said.

"It doesn't matter. When the snow stops, the teacher will take you deep into the mountains and teach you how to use your sword."

As soon as the words fell, he saw him take out a scripture book from his cotton clothes, and there were four gilded characters on the writing, "Taiyi Zhenjing".

And looking at the words in this book, Shi Wuwei was puzzled.

"Taiyi True Scripture? Master, what kind of book is this? ”。

Lu Yunxian's eyes were also staring at the four big characters on the scriptures, but there was a leisurely sound in his mouth.

"This is the supreme magic of Taoism, Taiyi True Scripture."

Taiyi Zhenjing, this name sounds mysterious and mysterious.

However, Shi Wuwei didn't understand why the classics of this Taoist sect were in the hands of the master.

So, he asked.

"Master... The scriptures of this sect... How will it be in your hands? ”。

Lu Yunxian sighed and said.

"Thirty years ago, the master of the Taoist sect once competed with the head of the Taoist sect, and agreed that the loser would hand over the martial arts he had created."

Speaking of this, he withdrew his gaze from the scriptures and said, "The teacher was lucky to win back then, so this scripture is in the hands of the teacher." However, I made an agreement with the Taoist sect that after 30 years of borrowing, I would return the scriptures to the Taoist sect."

It has been 30 years since I borrowed it, and this year marks the thirtieth year.

It's just that I don't know if it's because the book is about to be returned, so he asked the apprentice to step up the cultivation of the content of the scriptures.

Or maybe he had other plans.

In short, after a pause, he continued.

"This Taiyi True Sutra is divided into internal strength and mental method, and Taiyi Sword Spectrum. You don't need to practice the inner strength and mental method in the true scriptures, you only need to practice a few of them. If this Taiyi sword move is combined with the vertical and horizontal true qi of the master, it will have unexpected power."

As soon as these words came out, Shi Wuwei's eyes showed excitement again.

For these powerful exercises, at this moment, of course, he thinks that the more the better.

So, I saw him happy and said, "The disciple will definitely practice well."

……

After nightfall, he was meditating and cultivating on the wooden bed, still holding the Taiyi Sutra in his hand, frowning and studying.

He thought to himself, "This Taiyi Sutra and the master's vertical and horizontal decisions are two completely opposite exercises. The vertical and horizontal decisions pay attention to breaking, and the internal force is strong and domineering abnormal. However, the Taiyi True Scripture pays attention to guarding, and the internal force is like rivers, lakes and seas, soft and durable. These two kinds of exercises are among the best in the world, I don't know how I can use the internal strength of vertical and horizontal to control the sword moves within this true scripture?

I saw that he thought about it for a long time, but he didn't figure out why.

As a result, he began to practice the internal strength of the vertical and horizontal duel again.

But at the same time, in the room next to him, Mu Yiyi was also sitting cross-legged at the head of the bed, closing his eyes and cultivating.

On the wooden table in the distance, a candlelight is shining, illuminating the dark room with a trace of brightness.

At this time, her whole body was exuding a white-gold true qi.

If someone is beside him, he will find that this white-gold true qi will also exude a chilling meaning from time to time. It's like a peerless sword, about to be unsheathed.

Gradually, the true qi continued to overflow from her body, until her whole body was covered in that true qi.

Until finally, I saw her suddenly open her eyes, and there was a sharp meaning in these beautiful and clear eyes.

It was just when Mu Yi opened his eyes one by one. In this room, there seems to be the sound of the sword when it is unsheathed, and the "buzzing" sound is endless.

Subsequently, all the true qi outside Mu Yiyi's body was inhaled into his body.

At this moment, a milky white moth was flapping its wings slowly and flying towards the candlelight on the table.

When Mu Yi sensed the moth's intention, he stretched out his right hand and held a sword, with his middle and index fingers stretched out in front of him.

The platinum true qi surged to the tips of these two fingers.

I saw that above the fingertip, a sword tip about three inches long had been formed.

Just as the moth pounced on the firelight, Mu Yi raised his hand one by one and shot the sword of his fingertips into the distance.

Then, a soft sound was heard.

The candlelight went out, the moths were not dead, and the house was dark and quiet again.

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