Spring is full of flowers, fresh clothes and angry horses, let go of the dreams of youth, and enjoy prosperity.

The soft and gentle wind is mixed with a hint of a strange fragrance, which is different from the fragrance of flowers. Inhaling into the nasal cavity is shocking, and the thoughts hidden in the deepest part of the heart are gradually exposed to the sunlight and fly freely.

"Let's go, Brother Chu, leave me alone, Brother Qi won't blame... You..."

"Lao Chu, Pan'er and Meng'er will ask you, take me back and drink three hundred cups with you again!"

"Chu Mu, why are you alive and dreaming but gone? You coward who is greedy for life and afraid of death, I treat you as a brother in vain!"

“......”

Elder Chu stabilized the newly promoted Wuhou realm on the back of the golden-haired and silver-patterned saber-toothed tiger, and unconsciously realized that the past gradually emerged in his mind, from hazy and clear.

The tragic picture brought him back to the rainy night decades ago, he watched his good brother's wife and daughter being killed in front of him, but because his skills were not as good as others, his dantian was abolished, his arms were broken, and his mouth was bleeding.

I thought I had forgotten, but the pain was still in my heart.

He felt that he was ashamed of his trust and entrustment in his good brother, and he collapsed. After rebuilding, it is difficult to make progress again. At this time, his heart was in turmoil, tears flowed down his face, his whole body trembled, and he tore at his newborn black hair.

"Fuck off the bastards shameless scum, I'm going home. ”

"You just follow the young master, and the beauty will be fluttering in a while, and you can't stop it, hahaha. ”

"Please let me go, I still have to take care of my grandfather, otherwise I won't let you go if I'm a ghost, woo woo~~"

"There are people who are old and immortal, let's enjoy the Spring Festival. ”

“......”

Wang Fuxing's swinging fist had stopped, his face was hideous, his eyes were scarlet like blood, his steel teeth were clenched, he held his head in both hands, and he rolled forward and backward on the back of the golden-haired and silver-veined saber-toothed tiger, almost rolling to the ground.

He fell into the memory of being possessed by evil and bullying the girl Wang Mengyi and couldn't extricate himself, like a drowning teenager, always trying to flutter and struggle out of the water, but every time he showed up, he was swallowed by the waves.

The blood of the three-headed golden-haired silver-veined saber-toothed tiger beast boiled, panting, its golden eyes glowed with blood, its bloodthirsty nature was awakened, its wild nature was revived, and the pride of the king of the beasts was so irritable that they could not bear the humiliation of the crotch of the human rider, and the bloodthirsty impulse annihilated their minds, and they wanted to bite off the head on their backs and devour them one by one.

Ling Xingchen, who was learning the sword, found that he seemed to want to recall that memory, and even recall the bits and pieces of being with his parents and Yue'er. He was well aware that he was in very good shape and showed no signs of going mad.

Even if he entered the phantom array, all kinds of inhuman tortures in the passage trained his resolute will and extraordinary endurance, and the test of the earth-shattering sword corpse mountain and sea of blood forged his will as strong as steel and as steady as a rock, unless it was more terrifying and severe than the test of the earth-shattering sword.

It's not that he can't remember, but he definitely doesn't feel so passive and abrupt, what is the reason?

Ling Xingchen fell into contemplation for only a moment, and then he understood that the only strange thing was that there was a wisp of strange fragrance in the wind, and it was also the kind that could make people hallucinate, he looked inward and found that this strange fragrance entered the nasal cavity and quickly spread to the cerebral cortex along the olfactory nerve, but it was already fragile all the way to being weakened by the high temperature Xuanyuan and thunder and lightning, but it was like a mosquito buzzing and annoying.

After the consciousness condensed the spiritual power into a mini version of Ling Xingchen in the sea of knowledge, and mobilized the spiritual power to transform the sword to eliminate this strange aura, he was still not at ease, for fear that Elder Chu and Wang Fuxing would also be tricked, so he withdrew from the state of concentration and opened his phoenix eyes.

Elder Chu and Wang Fuxing's expressions were hideous, their clothes were grabbed and ribbons floated, Elder Chu tore his hair with both hands, sobbing sideways, Wang Fuxing held his head with both hands, his steel teeth were clenched, the masseter muscles bulged from the cheeks to the jaw, and the blood vessels at the temples erupted like a small dark cyan snake.

Ling Xingchen guessed that the two of them had fallen into a hallucination, they were suffering a lot, their hearts were tormented, and their mounts were completely out of their minds, turning into killing machines, roaring and running wildly, trying to shake off the people on their backs.

If it weren't for their strength being above the rampaging mounts under their crotch, I'm afraid they would have become food for the mounts.

Breathing, without hesitation, immediately sealed with both hands, twisted the trick, combined with Chaofeng Sect's sonic martial arts, opened his mouth and said "Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable", a mysterious momentum emanated from his body, and he was more solemn and solemn, and the three-headed mount that was about to run away was in a low realm, and was immediately suppressed.

He looked at his nose, his nose at his mouth, and his mouth at his heart, and he recited the secret of purifying his heart.

"If the heart is clear, the sky will not fall. All changes are still stable, and the spirit is calm. The dirt is not stained, and the vulgar appearance is not stained. Void and nothing. Nothing is mutually beneficial, and difficulty is easy to achieve. Forgetting things is the same as Nirvana. Heaven and earth are endless, and all things are one. Flying flowers and falling leaves, humble as a valley. A thousand worries before I put my heart down. That is, the eyebrows are raised, and the spiritual platform is clear. The mind is unhindered, and the mind is not attached. Relieve the mind and release the mind, Mo Ran has no soul. ”

Ling Xingchen had some enlightenment after communicating with Elder Chu before entering Shang Wang City, and comprehended a trace of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism, which could be regarded as a preliminary introduction, and at this moment, he had a deep understanding of the Pure Heart Technique.

With the recitation, he found that the wisps of Taoist aura that roamed his body became active, and gradually thickened and strengthened. His whole mind is silent, he knows the sea and the sky, his mind is clear, and his body is light.

Every word is like a wonderful sound, flying into the sea of Elder Chu and Wang Fuxing, if the thunder explodes, it is like a breeze blowing, and the waves are not alarmed.

The minds that fell into the chaos struggled desperately, in vain, I am afraid that it will not be long before they will have a mental breakdown, and they have seen the light of day, and even the three-headed mounts have been pulled back from the state of rage.

Consciousness regained a bit of clarity, and they fought back. As the Qingxin Jue flew into the sea of knowledge, they knew that a green lotus bloomed in the sea, out of the mud but not stained, clear ripples but not demons, the petals were like jade like ice, crystal clear, the petals were bright, the breath was cold, exuding a faint fragrance and fragrance, and many of the clear consciousness were restored, and when they noticed this scene, they were surprised and resisted violently.

"The water is not frightened, and the clouds are too late. Single-mindedly, ancient and modern. The heart is as pure as water, and the water is the heart. The breeze is silent, and the waves are not alarmed. Sitting alone, the harp whistled and sounded. Zen silence is settled, and the poisonous dragon hides. ”

When Ling Xingchen recited this verse, Elder Chu and Wang Fuxing knew that the sea was in full bloom, and the blue lotus in the sky was quiet and quiet. The breeze is coming, the water waves are not rising, the green lotus is swaying, and the lotus dew is dripping.

When the fragrance and fragrance filled every inch of the sea of consciousness, the two of them had a clear mind, their consciousness was restored, and the gray air currents that constantly invaded the cerebral cortex were not hidden, appearing in their field of vision, being purified and scattered in the void.

"I don't know what to do, God rewards hard work. I am righteous and awe-inspiring, and the ghosts are terrified. I am full of love, and heaven and earth return to my heart. The sky is high and the earth is wide, and the water is flowing and the clouds are flowing. Fresh and cure, straight to make a living. To the best of nature, the road is natural!"

Elder Chu's state of mind has reached a higher level, and Wang Fuxing has also gained the ability to see inward in advance.

They opened their eyes and found that everything was normal, but they still had palpitations.

Seeing Ling Xingchen cross-legged, more than a foot away from the tiger's back, his body was ethereal, his treasure was solemn, and he couldn't see joy or sorrow, as if he was looking at the immortal who had experienced the red dust of the world and had complete merits, and he was shocked to be able to ride the wind and swim in the nine heavens at any time.

However, his body is becoming more and more sharp, exuding a more and more intense sharp aura, as if the sword fetus is polishing the blade of the sword, which does not match this pair of fairy skin.

"Chu Lao, the mirror ice heart, gurgling water, all goodness, all evils, essence, the heart should be quiet, look at me alone, the heart and mind are one, the spirit should be with each other, if there is more than one phase, all changes are shocking, no ignorance, no desire, no desire, no abandonment, no self. Plum and snow are crossed. Huaqi is good, and the Dharma is free. ”

After hearing Ling Xingchen's reminder, Elder Chu hurriedly calmed down, hugged Yuan Shouyi, and a green lotus appeared in the sea of knowledge, the difference is that the blue lotus, leaves, and stalks that appeared this time were all like a peerless sword with an unbreakable handle, the cold light was clear, and the cold light was shining, exuding a sacred, fierce, and arrogant atmosphere.

The blossoming of the flower is the birth and death of the sword, which deepens Elder Chu's comprehension of the sword, and the realm of the sword technique he has learned has been raised by a notch, and his strength has increased.

Wang Fuxing looked at the two of them in surprise, a little envious in his heart, but more happy for them.

When Ling Xingchen finished reading, he didn't give him instructions as he expected, but instead turned his two-handed seal into a sword technique, and the whole person's figure rose, and the momentum also rose, and the huge force formed by squeezing the air was like a wave, pushing the two of them away, and then a budding green lotus phantom began to appear around Ling Xingchen.

"The second, the third, the third, the fourth......"

Wang Fuxing's eyes widened, counting the blue lotus buds, and his heart was shocked.

After the fifth one appeared, with each additional blue lotus bud, Ling Xingchen's body would rise by one foot, and his momentum would also increase by one point, and the phantom shadow of the flower bud would also rise, and it would become more condensed.

Until nine blue lotus buds appeared around, Ling Xingchen was just one zhang away from the ground, and it was no longer rising, but the momentum was constantly increasing, and the condensed blue lotus buds were lifelike, and there was no doubt about the truth, and there seemed to be a trace of agility, as if swaying with the wind, and the bud that appeared first bloomed slowly.

Wang Fuxing had already retreated to a hundred meters away from Ling Xingchen, but he felt that Ling Xingchen's momentum was still rising, and the escaping aura was like a sword stabbing at him, and the spirit-level treasure sword in his hand trembled lightly as if it was about to fly out on its own, and the same was true of Elder Chu's treasure-level sword Mu Yun Sword, which was drifting in the wind.

Wang Fuxing couldn't help but drive his mount back a hundred meters away.

As the momentum climbed, Ling Xingchen formed a storm, with it as the center, carrying dust and sand and stones to sweep in all directions.

Suddenly, the sand and gravel pierced through a bucket-sized tree three hundred meters away, leaving a small pit an inch deep on the boulder.

The first lotus bud to appear bloomed halfway.

Wang Fuxing, who was 400 meters away, pursed his lips and spit out two words: perverted.

Just when Fang was reciting the secret of his heart, Ling Xingchen couldn't help but be immersed in the artistic conception of comprehending the Heavenly Shocking Sword that could be vaguely seen at the moment.

Coincidentally, there is no book, and the artistic conception of the earth-shattering formula he comprehended was integrated with the artistic conception of the pure heart formula, and the two were very compatible.

And the Xuanyuan in his body, which belongs to Taoism, operates autonomously when the two merge, and the trajectory is mysterious and subtle, and gradually becomes the support and help for the fusion of the two.

In the end, the two become one, and a lotus bud is also fully blooming, green and white, with long and wide petals.

A green lotus blooms, and each petal is like a sharp sword, exuding a fierce, domineering, and murderous aura, and even a trace of sacredness.

Wang Fuxing's sword, Elder Chu's sword, and the peerless sword hanging on the back of the golden-haired and silver-patterned saber-toothed tiger that Ling Xingchen rode all came out of their sheaths and flew towards Ling Xingchen, and then the tip of the sword and the tip of the sword went up, and the sword body and blade leaned forward, facing the hiding green lotus, as if they were paying respects.

The aura of heaven and earth was used wildly, a little cyan appeared, condensed into a cyan column, and then grew Tiantian lotus leaves, and a blue lotus bud bloomed between them, and the cyan bladed light pillar rushed out of the stamen.

A large sword that was slightly similar to the Heaven-shattering Sword pointed straight at the sky and stood behind Ling Xingchen.

Flowers bloom and flowers are impermanent.

It is the law of nature that life comes into being from nothing, turns to decay at the peak, and finally returns to nothingness. The end of life is death, and death is the beginning of a new life. Just like Tai Chi, Yin and Yang are mutually restrained, there is Yang in Yin, Yin in Yang, and Taoism is natural.

The place where the sword body and the hilt are connected is the Tian Tian lotus leaf holding the blooming green lotus, like a flower holder, turning into two vortices, chasing each other, and restraining each other, and the sword body shoots out from it, which is for creation.

Ling Xingchen's momentum gradually climbed, but Qinglian turned from prosperity to decline, and even began to wither, but the power he exuded doubled.

Faintly visible, where the hilt of the sword is connected to the sword body, a Tai Chi pattern is derived from a vortex, which gradually becomes clear.

Until the last petal leaves the receptacle, revealing a complete lotus canopy, the body of the Qinglian Great Sword behind him is dim, but it is infinitely powerful, as if the sky can be broken at the top, and the nine shades can be destroyed at the bottom. The vortex of the chase turned into a three-dimensional Tai Chi pattern, slowly spinning, and Ling Xingchen's own momentum also climbed to the peak.

Ling Xingchen found that above the sea of hearts, a phantom shadow was condensed, similar to the Qinglian Great Sword behind him, barely having the rudimentary form of a sword, but it was sharp, exuding a fierce, domineering, sacred, killing, destructive, and sharp aura, as if he had his own consciousness, which could carry his will, and he was indistinguishable from him.

Based on his comprehension of the sword, he thought that this was the so-called sword intent, the will of the sword.

A new martial technique was born, Ling Xingchen named it Qinglian Sword Technique, and the first style was named Pure Heart Like a Lotus, and a thought blossomed. The sword intent is called the Qinglian sword intent.