Sword Twenty-Three!

It seems to be just a style of swordsmanship, but Yan Xiake's heart has a thousand sword intents, thousands of swordsmanship, and all kinds of essence flowing, which makes him feel infinite in his heart.

In a trance, I seemed to see the life of a peerless swordsman.

On the shore of the clear water lake, the sword is twenty-three.

"Such a swordsmanship, such a swordsmanship......."

Yan Xiake's heart was shocked, and he felt that this sword was incomparably suitable for him.

He is a monk halfway to learn the Tao, although he is a sword cultivator, the sword he holds is the sword of a chivalrous man in the world, not the flying sword of ordinary sword cultivation.

In the Emperor Heaven Realm, sword cultivation and flying swords are all only sharp and have no handle, because sword cultivation does not need to hold a sword at all, and after receiving the sword, he has already thought of killing people a hundred steps away, and his natal achievement is even more ten miles away.

After being trained by the Earth Demon Tiangang, after the sword technique is transformed into a supernatural power, it can slash the enemy thousands of miles away with a sword.

Where do you need to hold it, and where do you need a hilt?

And he became a monk halfway, he had no teacher, and the Ten Thousand Swords Technique he learned was only the lowest level of the Dharma-level Dao Sutra, and after he was accomplished, he could not change it.

Therefore, even if he had reached the level of recuperation before, he might not be able to defeat the realm of orthodox sword cultivation.

But seeing this swordsmanship at this time, he was moved in his heart.

This sword technique is too suitable for him.

"Xie Zhenren passed the sword!"

After a moment of trance, Yan Xiake was secretly grateful in her heart.

An Qisheng first saved his life, and then taught this kind of swordsmanship, he pays attention to all grievances in his life, but such a character, I am afraid that I will owe it for a lifetime.

.......

In the tribute courtyard, Sa Wuling was sometimes bored biting the pen, sometimes writing hard, and when he was tired of writing, he took a look at the distress of those scholars around him.

The examination lasted for several days, and many of these literati were slack, so they naturally suffered greatly.

"I won't help you cheat, whether you succeed or not, it's your own business, whether you kill the old emperor or not has nothing to do with me."

Mu Longcheng communicated with Sa Wuling:

"Practicing literature and martial arts is all practice, your spiritual practice is average, and it is naturally beneficial to learn more, but learning literature is not to chew words, but to comprehend the spiritual ....... in words."

Different from the initial reluctance, with the deduction of the Tai Chi induction chapter, the more he was afraid of An Qisheng, and he changed his thinking.

At this time, he could not get out of the predicament, and all his expectations and ambitions could only be realized through Sa Wuling.

He really wanted to shape this old Taoist priest.

But he won't do everything for him.

Sa Wuling gritted his teeth and no longer pleaded, he was also a dead man, otherwise, it would not be possible to search for immortals for decades and send people to the funeral.

Immediately, he buried his head and worked hard to write.

Written right or wrong, good or bad, after all, it is good to write a full of words, what does a blank space look like?

The examination usually takes three days, and there are additional examinations that take even seven days.

But whether it's three days or seven days, this time is too short.

Wanting to learn Sword Twenty-Three in such a short period of time was also an extremely difficult thing for Yan Xiake.

Therefore, in the next few days, he stayed at home and practiced this sword technique without sleep.

The more she practiced, the more shocked Yan Xiake became.

At first, this swordsmanship seemed to be the martial arts of the mortal world, but the core inside was 'God', paying attention to a god-like sword, emphasizing the intention and not the heavy move, and the heavy momentum not the shape.

Although he has obtained the inheritance of his divine will, if he wants to really learn, I am afraid that it will not be possible in ten or eight years.

But he didn't really want to master it at this time.

I just want to use this sword.

He understood that he only had one chance, and if he had been assassinated last time, the old emperor must be more vigilant.

A sword, he must be killed.

At that time, the turbulence of the dragon's qi national fortune will make it possible to get the suppressed old city god out of trouble!

There are some things that cannot be compromised, postponed, and even more so tomorrow.

Even though he knew that if he waited for ten or eight years to completely master this sword technique, he would have a greater chance and be more sure, he still decided to make a move as planned.

If you have to be completely sure of everything, then there is nothing that can be done in the world!

In the dim small room of the inn, Yan Xiake brewed her own sword intent in her heart:

"Sword Twenty-Three ......"

.......

With the coming of the Wanfa Conference, there are countless people in Qingdu City every day.

However, the garrison of the city gate increased its manpower several times.

Rao is like this, and the soldiers defending the city are also so busy that they can't get enough money to enter the city.

Boom~

The crisp sound of copper coins entering the basket sounded.

Two young Taoists, one old and one young, walked through the long city gate hole with the flow of people and entered the Qingdu City.

The old Taoist priest's robe was white, just like the color of his beard, his hands were empty, and he looked poor and sour.

The little Taoist priest looked dark and a little chubby, carrying a banner with eight characters written on it: 'Heaven and earth have spirits, and there is Tao in the world'.

The wide avenue is paved with bluestone, large enough for eight horses to walk side by side, and the towering buildings on either side stretch until the end of the eye.

At this time, it was just dawn, but there were already a lot of people on the street.

There are many cries of selling, and the aroma of food fills the ears and nose.

"Is this Qingdu City? It's really prosperous, even this entrance fee is also expensive, eighteen copper plates! ”

The low little Taoist priest was carrying a flag that was not big or small, and he was a little tired, but at this time, he saw the prosperity of the Qingdu City, and he forgot to be tired for a while.

"It's not surprising that the thousand-year-old dynasty is here, but unfortunately, it has already flourished and declined."

The old Taoist priest also looked at it, and sighed with a complicated face:

"It's a pity, it's a pity......"

Although the two of them see in the same direction, they see different things.

The little Taoist priest saw that it was full of people and bustling.

What the old Taoist priest saw was that the Divine Dragon of Luck was all over the wilderness, but he was tired, and his original red golden body was stained with a layer of dull blood red.

"Boom and bust, how come?"

The little Taoist priest rubbed his shoulders and lowered the flag.

Puff~

As soon as the seemingly wooden flagpole was put down, it actually pierced through the thick bluestone slab, and the little Taoist priest was startled and quickly pulled it out.

"Be careful."

The old Taoist priest glared at him: "You can't afford to break other people's things, and we have a total of one hundred and ten copper plates on us now!" ”

"Oh."

The little Taoist priest smiled, and was a little annoyed:

"Master, you are also a Taoist priest, look at how brilliant and magnificent the Heavenly Providence Sect is! Didn't you say that our 'human way' has a long heritage, why are we so down? ”

Smelling the faint aroma coming from the air, the little Taoist priest swallowed a little.

"Shut up!"

The old Taoist priest glared at the disciple with a dark face, looking at the aggrieved appearance of the disciple, and sighed in his heart.

His name is merciful, the little Taoist priest is his disciple, meditating, and he is the only two people who have been left with the fruits of Taoism in the world today.

The Dao of the World is the Dao system left by the King of the Netherworld, and it stands to reason that it should be extremely brilliant now.

It's a pity that the founding purpose of the human Tao is to protect the world, the city god is the light, they are the dark, and there is no chance for anyone to appear in front of the saint.

But if it were just that, they wouldn't be so bleak.

The turning point also occurred after the disappearance of the Netherworld.

The inheritance of the human Tao is different from all the cultivation schools in the world, and the difference lies in the secret method of the human Dao.

Please God Dafa.

As the name suggests, their existence is rooted in the Netherworld, the ghosts and gods of the Netherworld.

From the little ghost city god to the Eight Monarchs of the Netherworld, they can borrow their power.

However, after the Netherworld Mansion King disappeared, the upper limit of their 'Invitation God' fell from the Netherworld Mansion King to the City God, which can be said to be miserable.

"Big freshly baked buns!"

"Sweet and delicious tofu brain....... There are salty ones too! ”

"Cookbread, cookbread!"

All kinds of cries are endless.

The old man sighed, took out four copper plates, bought two cooking cakes, and handed one of them to the disciple:

"Let's just eat some, it's not easy to live in this green capital, in other cities, one copper plate is enough for one cooking cake, and in the county town, one copper plate can buy two cooking cakes."

The little Taoist priest swallowed his saliva and took the cake.

It is a necessary skill for cultivators to open the valley, but if they can eat, who wants to open the valley?

The master and apprentice squatted on the side of the road to eat cooking cakes, talking from time to time.

"You still have to practice more about Bigu's skills."

The old Taoist priest 'swished' his fingers and wiped them on his clothes.

Jingxin Xiaodao Tong rolled his eyes and sighed:

"Master, no, you can expel me out of the door, even if I go to do something else, if I don't cultivate the Tao, I won't starve to death."

The way of the world is to practice the method of inviting God, and the stronger the God is, the stronger he is.

There was even a record of a senior who had practiced for three years before, and invited Xie Qiye to kill the great real person in one move.

No sect can achieve this effect.

But on the contrary, the constraints are also great.

Whichever god you want to invite, you have to be infinitely similar to that god, such as being merciful, sloppy, and unkempt, because that's what Kuixing is.

Kuixing catches ghosts, do you want money?

Kuixing don't want it, can you ask for it?

There are too many constraints like this, for example, a certain former predecessor is the most greedy for tongue and loves to eat beef the most in his life.

Then, please 'bull head'.

"As soon as you enter the Tao of the world, you are also a person of the Tao of the world when you die!"

Old Dao's face darkened:

"I only have to clean up the portal, not the door wall!"

"Master, that's what I'll say."

Feeling that the master seemed to be a little angry, the little Taoist priest stuck out his tongue and didn't dare to speak.

"Let's see how it is this time, I asked Kuixing to calculate a hexagram, this time the Qingdu has changed greatly, when there is a turning point for us."

The old man patted his ass and stood up, but he couldn't really get angry with his disciple.

Because even he himself can't see what the way forward in the world is.

With the loss of contact with the Netherworld, he can only invite the gods through the statue of Kuixing worshiped by the people, and with Kuixing being forgotten by the world, one day he will never be able to borrow the power of Kuixing.

sighed in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face:

"Let's go, come with me to worship the old city god and see if I can gain something.......