After several years of practicing the knife, the knife intent turned from green to thick, this is a very difficult process, and it must be a longer process from thick to white, at least no matter how hard he practices that set of knife techniques at this time, it will not work in a short time, or the thing he likes to see, he has no true yuan in his body.

Without the blessing of True Yuan, his own strength is limited, and what he can do is naturally limited.

The left is also the true yuan, the right is also the true yuan, the real yuan, really, are you as dazzled by the flowers as Bai Hang, and forget that I am still here?

Casually draped in a dry shirt, Xu Zi'an sat back in front of the desk, the fragrant tea in the cup was already cold, the taste was slightly bitter but refreshing, and he smiled helplessly a few times, and the young man looked out the window at the moonlight in a daze.

What should I do if I try to leap into the stream?

After thinking about all his fighting methods, except for the sword intent that could barely fight with the cultivators of the ordinary Xuan Xia Realm, he really had no other means to deal with the unpredictable mystical methods and magic weapon talismans of those cultivators.

But the problem is that the cyan sword intent can't see the light, and without the sword intent, he is like a tiger that has been cut off its claws, with a strong body but nothing can be done.

If he wants to change this predicament, the most important thing for him now is to practice first and have his own way of fighting.

Thinking of this, Xu Zi'an's unfrowning but dull eyebrows suddenly brightened a lot.

Yes, he has been walking into a misunderstanding, he has now solved the problem of the heart, the fog of the sea has also been scattered, he actually has the capital to enter the Tao and practice, he has been trapped by various things in the past few days, the escape between the mountains and forests, the inexplicable prison in Kyoto City, he has no time to think about these things, his thinking has been stuck in the small courtyard in Yuzhen, at that time he had no heart, the sea of knowledge was also blocked, if you want to practice the avenue, you must first be admitted to Nanxi Academy, through Nanxi Academy to gradually solve your own problems, but as everyone knows, he is no longer the original teenager, and he does not need to wait until he enters the academy to start practicing, he can go and find that threshold now, that is, to know the truth.

At the very least, know what the naughty guys who have laughed at them for years look like.

If he could step into Tongxuan before the arrival of Yuexi Trial, relying on the fighting instinct honed by fighting in the mountains and forests since childhood, he would not have any hope of entering the top 100.

But a few days ago, you were still unable to practice and enter the Xuanxuan, and when you think about it, you feel very heroic, even very tragic.

Xu Zi'an's fingertips caressed the blade of the sealing knife, and he did not give birth to any pride and surging feelings, but on the contrary, he gave birth to deep powerlessness and helplessness.

In a few days, I jumped through the three small realms of Zhizhen and junior high school, and jumped through the mysteries, this kind of thing is probably the most exaggerated and ridiculous street movie drama that I dare not perform.

Cultivation is the slow work of the fine water and bluestone, and it is also the fine thing of boiling tea over a warm fire, and the most important thing is a step-by-step, clear and self-enlightened process, of course, since ancient times, there have indeed been people who have heard the Tao in ancient times, and the people who have entered the house at night, but who in the world is not clear, which is almost half of his life in the Qinglou when he did this earth-shattering thing, in fact, he has entered middle age, and before that, he has not been meditating hard in the rouge powder of the painting boat for decades.

According to the later description of several Oiran Qingqi who were familiar with this champion of the Qinglou, this legendary man who amazed the world would practice scriptures and meditate under the green lamp every day before he entered the Tao, so that such a magnificent act of accumulation and accumulation would occur.

And that man was the top champion of the Yuexi test that year, although there is a lot of coincidence in this, the test question of that Yuexi test is chess, the man is the best at chess, and the chess is a small way, but a man can win the road with a small road, and who dares to question the talent of a man?

Gifted, and diligent cultivation, such a legendary figure also needs decades of non-stop accumulation day and night to achieve enlightenment day and night, Xu Zi'an is just a young man, that is, from the day he was born to meditate and practice penance, it is impossible to accumulate so much true yuan in his body to help him achieve the feat of entering the Tao in one day.

What's more, he only has a copy of "Brief Cultivation of the Great Dao" in his hand, the book is too simple and vulgar, he just turns the pages of the book badly, and memorizes the jerky and incomprehensible truths and meanings in the book, and it is just a stall worth only two taels of silver, and even the two taels of silver are because the black-hearted shopkeeper deceived him when he saw his simple eyebrows.

Moreover, the book "Brief Cultivation of the Great Dao" only gave instructions on how to reach the realm of knowing the truth, and did not even mention the middle realm of knowing the truth.

If only there was a shortcut, the boy sighed as he looked out the window at the moonlight.

Moonlight will not tell the boy the shortcut, but will tell the boy that it is already deep at night.

Xu Zi'an drank the tea on the desk, the mellow aroma after the bitterness did not give him any good ideas, he had no choice but to pour another cup, raised a glass and walked to the window facing the street, looking at the city of Kyoto outside the window, Kyoto under the quiet moonlight is not quiet, this is a city that never sleeps, no matter what time it is in the night, there will always be a drunk drunk on the street to drink the pot, the lantern provoked by the restaurant painting boat lights up the most tempting dim light for every lonely person who is not willing to have a long night, the street vendors, the shop is also busy for every night guest, even the strong and tall city wall is also bright everywhere, that is the performance of the night soldiers in the city tower。

When the Yuexi trial is approaching, the already lively city of Kyoto is even more lively, and the noise of the night often does not stop until early in the morning.

Fortunately, there is a soundproof array, otherwise I will be disturbed by the voices of this wine vendor and passer-by every night, and I am afraid that every Kyoto person will not be able to bear it.

Xu Zi'an was very curious about where the soundproof array was inscribed in the window, and why it could only block the sound and not isolate the moonlight, so he gradually condensed his gaze back, condensed into the carved wooden window, and looked carefully, only to find that in the carved pattern of the peony pattern on this window, there were countless extremely delicate fluorescence slowly swimming between the nicked dark grooves, like a small river reflecting the starlight in the sky.

Thinking about the secret of sound insulation is in the flow of color fluorescence between the carved dark grooves, Xu Zi'an carefully observed for a moment, and found that although the color of the wooden window and fluorescence is close, but if you look closely, it is a little different, more like a layer of lacquer color on the later picture, Xu Zi'an suddenly remembered some kind of magical sand ink, this kind of sand ink is a necessary thing when the world's instrument cultivation talisman is practiced, just like the ink to be used in calligraphy, but the ink is made of pine oil mixed with charcoal ash mixed with clear water, and the sand ink contains a very mysterious glow sand, this glow sand is finer than the finest grease powder, from the Dilong mine between the Shu Mountains, which has a very special characteristicIt can diffuse the true power of the cultivator, fit with the breath of heaven and earth to the greatest extent, and add the idea and power of the talisman or instrument cultivation to the perfect release and air flow between the sketches and paintings.

Xu Zi'an because he once pinned the hope of solving the heart on the blood talisman of Cinnabar Zhai, he has an understanding of the way of the talisman, and knows very well that this kind of talisman must be used in the world, but because of the remoteness of Yuzhen, he has not been able to see the real sand ink, and at this time, he suddenly found this rumored magical sand ink in the window lattice carving, and couldn't help but want to find out what kind of magic there is in the sand ink, and there are all kinds of wonders such as sound insulation and light transmission to guide the truth, but he does not have any divine sense that can be exuded in the sea, and can only see the surface layer through the naked eye, but he can't see the really interesting place anyway。

Knowing it, not knowing why it feels the most uncomfortable, because the desire for fresh knowledge is like scratching the most sensitive piece of heart like scratching the boots, and the itch is extremely unpleasant but how can it not be scratched, this feeling can no longer be described as uncomfortable, but should be more suitable with the annoyance of the heart.

Xu Zi'an felt this way at this time, although the freshly cleaned scalp was not itchy and numb, but Xu Zi'an still scratched his head upset, the sand ink fluorescence that flowed between the carved lines was like the fruit on the branches that exuded the sweetest and seductive luster, and he was the ignorant person who occasionally couldn't forget it under the tree, he wanted to pull his eyes away from the starlight flow, but the curiosity and desire in his heart made his eyes like a frog stuck in a muddy pond, the harder he tried to jump out of the mud, the deeper he sank, the more he couldn't pull out.

He stood quietly by the window with a cup, the moonlight was quiet, the street outside the window was still noisy in the heat of the night, and the moonlight obliquely reflected the shadow of the young man into three people.

Raise a glass to invite Mingyue, and the shadow becomes a trio.

In the previous dynasty, although the champion of the Qinglou fell in the Qinglou painting boat for half his life, he did not become a prince in his life, ignored the government and politics, and was far away from the temple, not only the rivers and lakes, but he left countless elegant and heroic ink treasures that have been passed down for a long time in the red powder gentleness, and left countless anecdotes that make the world admire and enjoy the road.

For example, this sentence is a picture of being drunk with the moon.

Xu Zi'an didn't know that he had inadvertently experienced the same melancholy scene as this legendary figure, and it was difficult to feel any honor if he knew, and his mind was all on the exploration and curiosity of the unknown at this time, and he didn't even notice the shadow of the underground toast.

Calm and concentrating, there is nothing in the sea of consciousness that may be the existence of the true element of divine consciousness, empty as a broken temple in the deep mountains that have been emptied, but for some reason, there are many invisible ripples in the eyes of the young man, the ripples are like a tail of floating fish, from the street late at night drunk sad mouth, from the most brightly lit pavilion, from the wind through the roof, gently swaying in the bright moonlight, like swimming fish into a large pool.

The sand ink painted on the window lattice between the notches is still flowing with charming fluorescence, just like the first month when countless lightboats were placed in the moat, the soundproof array as a miniature formation with a wide range of uses, in fact, does not need anything too obscure and esoteric rune technique, its secret is in this sand ink that is like a river of water, if the surroundings are silent, the sand ink will flow quietly in each carved groove of the window door panel, but if there is a sound coming, or there is a fish that represents the sound swimming in, trapped in the water, although it can still swim, but it can not be separated from the stream, the sound naturally can not drag the window into the room。

If the sound passes through the sand, it will be trapped in the sand, and the moonlight and candlelight will not be affected in any way, and even the light will not even be refracted and distorted.

He has not yet recognized the truth, and it stands to reason that he cannot emit thoughts and thoughts between heaven and earth, but why can he still see the trajectory of sound as it travels in the air? The scene of moonlight shuttling between heaven and earth? These things should be invisible and should not be seen by the naked eye, but why can he appear such a magical scene in front of his eyes?