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In the Yangxian Hall, the elders were all dumbfounded after listening to Zhang Zhao's narration, and they couldn't imagine that so many things would happen in the past few days of going down the mountain.

It's easy to understand that the umbrella demon helps each other, and finding Yin Lingzhi can also be said to be lucky. But the matter of Qinglian's transformation and spiritual transmission and the five elders' transmission of scriptures is a bit incredible.

"You've only been down the mountain for a few days? How many people can't do these things in their lifetime. That old man Qinglian really gave you a trace of wood spirit? This is a great opportunity. Liu Feng shouted: "How many cultivators have cultivated all their lives, but they can't comprehend the spirit of the five elements. ”

Zhang Zhao really didn't know what it was for: "What is a wood spirit? I just feel like it's cold here. He pointed to his brow.

"I don't feel that it's because you haven't practiced the Ten Thousand Spirits Technique yet, normal cultivators can only become spirits by drawing qi into the body, and gathering qi can become a spirit, but this spiritual power is only your own spirit, and you have to find a way to fuse the five elements of spiritual energy between heaven and earth to cast spells continuously. Liu Feng sighed: "Only if you can turn the Five Elements Spiritual Qi into your own spiritual power can you step into the Upper Three Realms." This is the most crucial step in a practitioner's life. ”

"There is a big difference between one's own spiritual power and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and the transformation between them is even more indescribable, and only the cultivator himself can experience it. The spirit of the five elements is ethereal, and it is difficult for anyone to tell the difference. ”

"The green lotus you encountered is itself made of the wood spirit in the five elements aura, if you can perceive it carefully and fuse that wood spirit with your own spiritual power, it will be one step closer to the upper three realms. ”

"Ling Yinian and Fan Yongle are already in the Yin and Yang realm, and although the wood spirit is useless to the two of them, it is a great benefit to some of the disciples in their sect. But no one could have imagined that in the end, the benefit would fall on you. ”

Zhang Zhao rubbed his forehead: "It's so good, then how can I feel this wood spirit?"

Liu Feng shook his head: "No one can do anything about this, the benefits are on you, if you can't understand it, you can only waste it in vain." ”

"That's right, Zhang Zhao, only by stepping up your cultivation can you live up to that Qinglian's intentions. Pang Feiyang sighed and said, "The wood spirit can stay in your body for a few months at most, and then it will gradually disappear. ”

Zhang Zhao nodded: "I understand, what about the soul law?"

Pang Feiyang shook his head: "I don't know about this, I haven't heard that there is a soul cultivation above these five mysteries." ”

"Could it be a ghost cultivator?" Shu Jiuling said: "According to what Zhang Zhao said, those few people can leave a mark on other people's minds with the power of their souls. This kind of thing can only be done by those ghost cultivators. ”

When Leng Pingyuan heard this, he exclaimed, "Yes, but it's been a long time since the Imperial Corpse Sect has come out and walked around. Could it be that these people used to belong to the Imperial Corpse Sect?"

Shu Jiuling looked at Zhang Zhao's direction and shook his head: "The Imperial Corpse Sect can only practice some zombie dead things, listening to Zhang Zhao's words, his soul method was taught by a master of the Bitter Zen Academy." How could such an evil method be practiced in a place like Kuzen Temple? ”

"No. Cheng Yanzi also shook his head: "The masters of the Kuzen Academy are all helping the world with their bodies, and what Zhang Zhao practiced is definitely not an evil art. ”

Looking at Zhang Zhao's puzzled face, Cheng Yanzi said again: "Zhang Zhao, no matter how this spell came about, don't tell others anymore, this matter will stop by yourself, so as not to cause more trouble." ”

Sheng Jin nodded: "Yes, we can trust you, others are not necessarily, in case you are treated as a ghost cultivator, then it will be troublesome." ”

Ghost cultivation is a kind of cultivator who controls the dead corpse with the technique of controlling the corpse on the five mysteries, the number is very small, but it has always been hated by the world, and most of the places where the ghost cultivators live are places with extremely heavy yin qi such as barren mountains and mass graves, and the cultivation is also some ghost techniques such as blood sacrifice and soul summoning.

The five Xuan cultivators regarded these people known as ghost cultivators as aliens, decades ago the beast tide came to attack, and the corpses on the five Xuan were all over the field, and some ghost cultivators also joined the battle in order to protect the shelter, and even used magic to make the corpses of people and beasts on the battlefield, and the viewers were all shocked, these people were all grouped together at that time, called the Imperial Corpse Sect.

After the beast tide calmed down, the ghost cultivators of the Royal Corpse Sect also dispersed, and few of them have heard of ghost cultivators walking around in the past few years, this title has been passed down to this day, and it has long become the same existence as the grass and wood spirits, the difference is that the spirits have the spirit of the five elements, and everyone wants to get it quickly, but the ghost cultivators are all with evil laws and avoid them one by one.

Remembering that the underground palace was in a secluded place, Zhang Zhao found extremely cold drugs such as Yin Lingzhi in it, and all the elders thought that those people must be ghost cultivators, although they were a little worried that Zhang Zhao didn't know what strange spells they had left behind in his mind, and he couldn't say anything to Zhang Zhao.

"Zhang Zhao, what Sheng Datou said this time is right, don't mention those words just now, don't mention it again, just do anything about the soul method, you better practice the Ten Thousand Spirits Technique." Liu Feng said with a cautious face.

Looking at everyone's expressions, Zhang Zhao still felt that the five people regarded life and death as nothing, and they were very free and easy, unlike the people of the Imperial Corpse Sect in their mouths. But he also knew that all the elders were well-intentioned, so he nodded and agreed.

Now that he knew that the bright spot that the old man Qinglian had put into his mind was very useful, Zhang Zhao deliberately paid attention to looking for it at night, and the various handwritings left by the five old men made Zhang Zhao a little unaccustomed, and he searched for a long time before finding the wisp of wood spirit.

He let go of the golden light and probed into the bright spot, and found that it was green and cool, thick like water. Zhang Zhao repeatedly experienced that feeling, and then sat cross-legged, running the Ten Thousand Spirits Technique, and the feeling of coolness around his body was still the same, but there was no breath flowing in his body. Zhang Zhao tried for a long time but it still had no effect, so he spread the golden light and circulated in his body as before, and ran the Ten Thousand Souls Recipe for a week.

Just when he was about to finish his work, Zhang Zhao had a wit, and tried to wrap the little wood spirit left by the old man Qinglian with his soul sense, and ran in his body for another week, although there was still no breath flowing this time, the meridians were cool and cool like water flowing. He thought it was a good feeling, and he practiced it for several weeks before resting.

In the following days, Zhang Zhao practiced the Ten Thousand Souls Formula according to this method, and gradually he felt that the cool feeling outside the body was also introduced into the body, and even the sweat pores were full of pleasure every time he finished the exercise, although there was no breath flow in the body, the coolness was getting stronger and stronger.

When he told Liu Feng about this feeling, Liu Feng showed joy on his face: "Although there is no breath, there is finally some artistic conception, you practice like this, it seems that the qi into the body is right in front of you." ”

So Zhang Zhao practiced his body every day, but the coolness never became the climate. On this day, when he went to the lake to fetch water, he found that the water seemed to be a little higher.

Although Mo Suyan's shoe prints were trampled on by Tian Yuqin, the position was still on the shore, and now it was submerged in the water, Zhang Zhao was puzzled at first, and then jumped up with cheers and ran away in the direction of the upstream.

The seeds that had been sown a few months ago had sprouted and grown branches and leaves, and the originally bare stone mountain had become a little greener, and to Zhang Zhao's delight, the trickles that overflowed from the cracks in the stones had become more powerful, and in a few places they had become gushing.

Zhang Zhao planted a branch by the lake as a marker, and a few days later, sure enough, the lake rose again, although the entry was very small, but he still saw hope.

When running the Ten Thousand Souls Technique, the coolness in Zhang Zhao's body became more and more abundant, although he couldn't feel the air flow in the strands, but when he fought with Elder Gu, the strength in his hand was getting bigger and bigger, and coupled with the daily diligent cultivation of the Vajra body, he felt that the strange knife in his hand began to be light and useless.

Elder Gu suggested that he go to the Divine Weapon Pavilion to change to a heavier blade, not to mention that the strange knife was only two feet long, and the power of the Qiankun Sword Technique could not be fully released. Zhang Zhao was reluctant, always thinking that there could be a way to have both.

Among the elders of Yangxian Hall, only Sheng Jin is proficient in the way of practicing weapons, after Zhang Zhao told him about this matter, Sheng Jin shook his head: "This is too simple, you are now the chief disciple, take the jade card to the Divine Weapon Pavilion to find a master at random, and then calcine some pure gold into your knife, which can not only increase it, but also lengthen it." ”

Zhang Zhao was very happy to hear this, and after breakfast, he went straight to the Divine Weapon Pavilion, and after showing the jade card, everything went well, and a master surnamed Sun took his strange knife but said with a smile: "This knife has no handle and no edge, you can use it for so long, let you see the craftsmanship of our Divine Weapon Pavilion." ”

On the blue blazing flame, it was calcined again, and it was tossed again with cast molten iron for a long time, and the expression on Master Sun's face became embarrassed, and the strange knife in his hand was still the same, and he couldn't calcine any material.

Several masters beside him were still laughing at him at first, but then they couldn't help but get their hands on it, but the end was the same as him, and everyone had no way to stick anything to the strange knife.

"I guess the material you used for this knife is too weird. Several trainers wiped the sweat on their heads and came to a conclusion: "But there are still ways, there are so many materials in the back fabric room, there are always the same as your knife." ”

Waving his hand to call a disciple, Master Sun instructed: "Liu Jun, you take him to the room to look for it and see if there are any materials like his knife." ”

Liu Jun, a disciple of the Divine Weapon Pavilion, took Zhang Zhao through the refining room, went to the back room, rummaged through for a long time, found a few pieces of materials similar to the strange knife, and came back to recover his life.

The furnace was lit, and several practitioners just now came around, and as Master Sun tried again and again, there was no trace on the strange knife.

"I really don't believe it, we people in the Divine Weapon Pavilion can't help this knife. Several masters felt that their faces could not be hung up, and they each went to the material room to find a few pieces of materials, and the results were still the same.

After asking Zhang Zhao about the origin of this knife, a master came up with an idea: "Take him to the old arsenal in the back to have a look, and you can always find a similar one." ”

He looked at Zhang Zhao and said with a smile: "Don't worry, there are tens of thousands of old weapons behind our Lingxiao, how can we find a few of them to be refined with your sword." ”

Liu Jun took Zhang Zhao out of the Shenbing Pavilion, walked all the way to the back mountain, walked through a forest, and came to an old pavilion built against the mountain, and the two huge wooden doors were not interlocked. Pushing the door in, there are spears and knives standing side by side in the hall dozens of zhang wide, countless long swords and short knives on the wooden frame, and some heavy weapons such as sticks, hammers, whips, and shovels are stacked in the corners.

All the weapons were covered with dust, and a smell of rust came to his face, Liu Jun picked up a short knife from the ground and scraped it a few times on the rusty weapon to see if the material was the same as Zhang Zhao's.

Zhang Zhao couldn't stay idle, he took out the strange knife and did the same, and the two of them looked for it in this dilapidated warehouse, one left and one right. Although there are many weapons, most of them are made of fine iron and red copper, and the two have been looking for a long time, but they have not found weapons similar to strange knives.

The deeper you go into the warehouse, the more rusty the weapon becomes, the ground is full of black rust spots, and there is no sound when your feet are on it, the disciple of the Divine Weapon Pavilion is silent, Zhang Zhao doesn't like to talk much with people he doesn't know well, the two of them are looking for it, and no one makes a sound.

There was silence in the entire old armory, and occasionally there was the sound of iron scraping, and the two of them were busy for a while before they finished inspecting the weapons on the several shelves in front of them, and seeing that there were dozens of shelves in front of them, Zhang Zhao proposed to take a look inside.

Liu Jun nodded in agreement, he still followed the original direction to inspect one by one, Zhang Zhao walked inside alone, when he arrived at the Divine Weapon Pavilion in the morning, he also put the black stick called the Horcrux in his waist, wanting the refiner to see if he could also add some materials to make it heavier.

Zhang Zhao held a strange knife in both hands and a black stick in the other, rummaging through the swords and rusty iron tools beside him. Many weapons in the warehouse have completely turned into rust, leaving only a mark on the shelf, Zhang Zhao's pace quickened, walked to the back of the warehouse, and saw that there was a door on the wall.

Walking to the door that was more than a foot high, Zhang Zhao gently poked it with the stick in his hand, and the door collapsed half of the door with a "bang", revealing a huge cave, which seemed to have a lot of things inside.

Zhang Zhao didn't dare to enter, walked back and asked Liu Jun, Liu Jun thought for a while: "I heard from the master, the old arsenal here was a cave a long time ago, and this large warehouse was built outside, and it is estimated that the inside is an earlier weapon." ”

"Then can you go in and have a look?" Zhang Zhao asked, "Maybe you can find the same knife as mine inside." ”

Liu Jun shook his head: "I don't think it's possible, no one has entered that cave for more than a hundred years, and even if there is something, it has long been rusted into mud." He looked at Zhang Zhao's eagerness, and said: "If you want to go and see, you can go, but it's very dark inside, and I'm afraid I can't see it clearly without torches." ”

Zhang Zhao turned around with a smile: "It's okay, my eyes are very good." Ever since the third verse of the requiem spell had been condensed into those two golden words, as long as there was a glimmer of light, he could see everything clearly.

Walking into the cave behind, Zhang Zhao felt a chill coming to his face, as Liu Jun said, it seems that no one has entered here for many years, and all the dust on the shelves has been connected together in strips, and it will fall loosely when you touch it, and the weapons are not even formed.

Although the cave is not small, it seems that no further you can go into this situation will definitely not be rewarding. Zhang Zhao walked more than a dozen steps away, and saw a corner in front of him, he stepped forward and glanced inside casually, and was even more disappointed, even the shelves on both sides of the inside had already rotted into ashes, and the ground was black and rusty.

Zhang Zhao turned around and was about to go back, but he felt that something flashed in the distance, he retracted his steps, looked at it again, and found that on the ground more than ten steps away in the cave, there were a pair of eyes staring straight at him.

Those eyes looked black, but they were shining in the dark cave, and Zhang Zhao didn't dare to move, carefully distinguishing what it was.

The area around the cave was already empty, and those eyes were looking at Zhang Zhao in the open space in the middle of the cave, and his body merged with the black on the ground, and he couldn't see the size at all.

However, Zhang Zhao speculated from the height and distance of these eyes that this thing on the ground would not be too big. So he moved forward slowly, the strange knife and black stick in his hand in front of him on guard, getting closer and closer to those eyes.

Those eyes blinked a few times, and found his intention, just when Zhang Zhao was already close to the distance of three or five steps, a thing suddenly jumped up from the ground, Zhang Zhao could see clearly, it was a small beast about a foot long, black like a mouse. Without looking back, it ran towards the cave.

The speed of the little beast was not too fast, Zhang Zhao's footsteps intensified, seeing that he could catch up with him in a few more steps, he wanted to take the strange knife back to his waist and grab it with his hands, as soon as he got up, he felt that his feet were slipping, he held the knife stick with both hands and shook it a few times, and the other foot did not wait to step on, but it slipped again, his body lost his balance, and he threw himself straight to the ground.

Zhang Zhao reacted quickly, and when he saw that he was about to fall to the ground, his hands and sticks were supported downward at the same time, thinking about standing up, but who knew that the ground was originally a little low, and there was a thick layer of rusty wood deposited on it, and the knives and sticks in both hands were soft and could not be borrowed, and both toes slipped backwards, and his nose first smelled a smell of acid rot, and then his eyes were dark, and his whole face was buried in the thick rusty mud on the ground.

With a muffled sound of "Teng", Zhang Zhao's whole body fell heavily to the ground, his eyes and nostrils were blocked by the debris on the ground, he had to let go of the knife and stick in embarrassment, lay on the ground and turned over, and reached out to wipe the dirt on his face.

"Puff puff" spit out the dust in his mouth a few times, and when Zhang Zhao looked forward again, the little beast was gone. He sat on the ground and shook his head, having to admit that he was unlucky.

The strange knife and the stick were buried in the dust on the ground, Zhang Zhao reached out to touch it, and there was a cold and sticky nausea feeling at the tentacles, and he finally found the strange knife and the stick, both of which were stained with a large lump of rusty dust. Zhang Zhao couldn't cry or laugh when he looked at the dirty knife and stick, he felt that his hands were more than twice as heavy as before, but the materials attached to them were too ugly.

He came out of the cave helplessly with a knife and stick, and Liu Jun couldn't help laughing when he saw it: "This junior brother, how did you make it look like this, did you roll in it?"

Zhang Zhao also felt that his face was gloomy: "This senior brother, I can't go to the Divine Weapon Pavilion anymore, you talk to a few masters, I'll go back and clean up, and I'll go back tomorrow." ”

Liu Jun looked at the dirty knife and stick in his hand and frowned: "It can only be like this, the weapons to be refined are most afraid of being contaminated with filthy gas." Go back and wash yourself and come back again. ”

At this time, it was not early, Zhang Zhao hurriedly ran to the lake, plunged into the water, and washed his whole body clean, and there was still some black on his hands and on the knife and stick. However, what surprised him was that the weight of the knife and stick that had been washed away had increased a lot, and it was very heavy.

He didn't bother to think about what was going on, so he ran back to make a meal and send it to Yangxian Hall, and several elders laughed when they heard what happened to him. Shu Jiuling persuaded: "Zhang Zhao, this is also a good thing, life in the world, it is all blessings and misfortunes, you encountered good signs a few days ago, and today's little filth is difficult, and it is finally in line with this heavenly cycle." ”

Zhang Zhao said that the knife and stick had become heavier, and Sheng Jin laughed and said: "That's because you rolled in that rusty ash, and there were a lot of debris all over your body, and those guys have been calcining for a long time, and they must have melted some molten iron into it." ”

Although the black stick has not been calcined on the stove and is also a lot heavier, but listening to what Sheng Jin said does make some sense, Zhang Zhao didn't think too much about it.

When Zhang Zhao went to the Divine Weapon Pavilion again the next day, in addition to a few masters, there was also a white-bearded and white-haired Elder Wang there. Yesterday, several refining masters were all his disciples, and Elder Wang was also very interested when he heard the strange situation of the sword, and deliberately waited to take a look.

After taking a few old weapons retrieved by Liu Jun, Master Sun began to fight again, and sure enough, as yesterday, the strange knife still did not enter the oil and salt, Elder Wang came to the front and looked at it for a long time, then turned back to a disciple and said, "Take a scale." ”

Everyone didn't know why, so they took a scale and brought it over, and Elder Wang asked people to weigh the weight of the material before calcining, and then after it was red, it was weighed again after calcining for a while, to see if there were any changes before and after.

The twenty-pound material was only less than a penny after being calcined, and Elder Wang shook his head: "No, your knife material is too dense to be calcined at all." ”

After picking up the strange knife and looking at it for a while, Elder Wang looked at Zhang Zhao and said, "There is nothing we can do, but I dare to assert that this knife must have come from a famous master, but it has not yet been completed." ”

Zhang Zhao had to take the knife and leave, and Elder Wang asked again: "Does this knife have a name?" Zhang Zhao shook his head blankly: "No, what else does a knife have to name?"

"Give it a name, cherish it, such a strange thing, it can't be nameless. Elder Wang was embarrassed.

Zhang Zhao mentioned this matter when he delivered a meal in the evening, and asked Sheng Jin why he wanted to name the weapon. Sheng Jin Zhengse replied: "The cultivator's blade is carried with him all his life, and he is your closest companion, and the weapons made by some famous forgers are even more spiritual, and they will make a clanging sound to warn before the enemy comes. Giving a name to one's weapon, which is called the art of raising soldiers in the caster, is to strengthen the connection between the cultivator and the weapon. ”

Looking at the strange knife on Zhang Zhao's waist, he said, "You just give it a name, I want to see what you can raise it to be." ”

Back in the hut and putting the strange knife on his lap, Zhang Zhao racked his brains and didn't come up with any good names. Holding the strange knife in front of his chest with both hands, Zhang Zhao pondered intently, and inadvertently the golden light in his mind dispersed, and swept it on the strange knife.

In his perception, some pictures appeared, Zhang Zhao was surprised, so he unfolded his soul eyes and looked into the strange knife with all his attention.

As his perception passed through the strange knife, he saw some distorted images in front of him as if through layers of water: an old man stared in his direction, saying something with a satisfied expression.

Zhang Zhao scattered all the golden words, looked at it again, and faintly heard the old man's words clearly under his full perception.

"Only seek your own interests, do not fight for the world's fame, from now on, you will be called indisputable. ”

(End of chapter)