Celestial Empire 369.

In the depths of the Savage Mountain, there is a mountain range that is shrouded in white mist all the year round, and neither the strong people of the human race nor the demon beasts in the Barbarian Mountain dare to approach this place.

Because all the creatures who walked into the White Mist never came out, and gradually this White Mist Mountain Range became a forbidden area in the depths of the Wild Mountain.

Passing through the thick clouds to the highest peak of the mountain range, standing on the peak can see the sunrise, you can see the sea of clouds, you can see the crane, you can make fun of the ape, there are pavilions, birds singing and flowers.

At this moment, on the white jade square at the top of the peak, there is a young man in blue who is practicing swords.

The young man's eyebrows are clear, and he is very serious when he practices the sword, every move and every style, the movements are in place, seemingly slow and fast, or pointing, stabbing, sweeping, picking, teasing, splitting, collapsing, gridding, pressing, stirring and other very basic actions, which are displayed by him but have a feeling of naturalness.

It was as if the wooden sword in his hand had merged with his body.

After a set of basic swordsmanship practice, the young man put away his sword and let out a long sigh.

"I, Zhou Hao, practiced swords at the age of three, started at the age of five, became a small adult at the age of eight, became a Dacheng at the age of thirteen, and reached the consummation realm in two years, but the spirit still can't awaken, and after the age of sixteen, it's difficult to awaken!"

Zhou Hao looked at the rolling sea of clouds and sighed lightly: "Senior brother said, only if my basic swordsmanship has reached the innate perfection realm, I will be willing to go down the mountain." ”

"Innate Perfection Realm, it should be soon!"

The young man turned around and walked towards the attic at the end of the square, at the end of the square was the library pavilion, the library had three floors, according to the senior brother's words, the library contained 95% of the world's martial arts books and anecdotes.

In the past twelve years, he has already read all the books in the library and knows it by heart. There is only one book that he has never been able to open, and that is Chaotianjing.

Zhou Hao walked directly to the third floor, came to a bookshelf, and moved out the heavy stone books from a large brocade box, which read: Chaotian Sutra.

"Chaotian Sutra, every stroke and every stroke, like a sword trick, contains a powerful momentum, I don't know which predecessor carved it, his spiritual power is too strong!" Every time he saw the three words Chaotian Sutra, Zhou Hao was dizzy, as if he had fallen into a vast sea of swords, and his body, mind and soul were pierced by ten thousand swords.

"No......" After looking at it for a while, the young man's face appeared in pain, and he kept shaking his head, but soon he fell into the sea of swords, and the figure turned into his spiritual power resisted with various sword moves, like a mantis arm as a car, and soon he was swallowed by the sea of swords.

It wasn't until blood flowed from the corner of his mouth that he fainted and fell to the ground.

Not long after he fainted, a young man in a gray-white linen robe, with gray temples and sharp and cold eyes, glanced at the young man lying on the ground, did not speak, first put the Chaotian Sutra away, then picked up the young man, and walked towards the outside of the library pavilion.

Behind the library pavilion, there is a small courtyard with a flower bridge and flowing water, in the small courtyard, there is a dignified woman in Tsing Yi playing the piano, and there are two old men playing chess in the pavilion.

The young man carried the young man to an ancient locust tree and put the young man on the white stone, and then saluted the woman in Tsing Yi and said, "Uncle Ye, every day he went to see the Chaotian Sutra again. ”

Zheng.

The slender fingers of the woman in Tsing Yi stopped fluctuating and pressed on the strings, she raised her head and glanced at the young man, took a deep breath and said, "This kid, the spiritual power is only level nine, how can it be possible to resist the spiritual power of the Chaotian Sutra? Even if I look at it for a long time, I will be injured." ”

"Old man Xu, you, you are cheating, no more, no more......" In the pavilion, the two old men argued, and the old man who lost was blushing and his neck was thick, like a ball of thunder.

"Haha, old man Lei, if you lose, you will lose, don't play tricks......" Old man Xu twisted his beard very proudly.

"Hey, this kid fainted every day!" Old man Lei suddenly turned his gaze, fell on Zhou Hao, turned into a thunderbolt and appeared under the old locust tree, circling Zhou Hao.

"Ritian, this kid, is very hard every day, you say him, why can't he pass through the Wujiang meridians?" It's really strange......" Old man Lei looked at Zhou Hao, shook his head helplessly and said.

Old man Xu, the woman surnamed Ye, and the young man all looked at Zhou Hao, and they were also very puzzled.

The woman surnamed Ye said: "Ritian's talent is very good, if his spiritual door can be opened and the five rivers can be opened, the future achievements will definitely be above you and me......"

Old Man Lei rolled his eyes and said, "Senior sister, you didn't say what you said. ”

"I taught him the fist of the world, Old Man Xu taught him the art of war, you taught him the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, Mo Xie taught him the art of swords, guns, swords, halberds, and uncles taught him the method of spiritual cultivation...... Let me think about it, not necessarily, Uncle Shi was also very powerful when he was young, and now it is even more unfathomable, if this kid wants to surpass Uncle Shi, it will be a long way to go......"

Old man Xu and the three of them nodded, and looked up at the peak of the back mountain in the small courtyard, and there was a pavilion on the top of that peak, which was very independent.

......

The next night, Zhou Hao woke up leisurely, his head was still a little dazed, he rubbed his temples, sat up from the bed, looked at the sunset that was about to set outside the window, and took a deep breath.

"Ritian, awake?"

The woman in Tsing Yi walked into the room, brought a bowl of sobering porridge for Zhou Hao, and said, "I haven't eaten for a day, drink this bowl of spiritual ginseng rice porridge." ”

"Qinggu, is there really no way to open the door of my spirit? It's been twelve years, haven't you been looking for a way?" Zhou Hao looked at the woman in Tsing Yi with hopeful eyes.

The moment the woman in Tsing Yi made eye contact with him, her expression was slightly embarrassed, she covered up the embarrassment in her heart with a smile, and said: "Ritian, don't worry, it should be soon, your senior brother and your ancestor are all trying to find a way." ”

"Qinggu, how many times have you said this to me?" Zhou Hao raised his eyebrows, and said a little unhappily: "Otherwise, I'll go down the mountain tomorrow." The world is so big, I don't believe I can't find a way. ”

"That's not good, your little master said that your swordsmanship can't reach the innate perfection realm, and you can't go down the mountain. The woman in Tsing Yi hurriedly stopped Zhou Hao's thoughts, she knew that Zhou Hao was very anxious, not only because of the Spirit Gate and the impassable Wujiang, but because he still had a lot of missions to complete.

"Okay, the Innate Perfection Realm ......" Zhou Hao got up from the bed, drank the spiritual ginseng rice porridge, and then took his wooden sword and left the room.

"This kid ......" The woman in Tsing Yi looked at the back of Zhou Hao leaving, and shook her head helplessly.

In the blink of an eye, three days have passed, and in these three days, Zhou Hao has been practicing swords in the square, only resting for one hour every night, and the rest of the time is practicing basic swordsmanship, watching the sea, the rising sun, the clouds, and the wind.

On the evening of the third day, the boy swung his sword in the square, and above his head a whirlpool the size of a basin appeared, and gradually the whirlpool grew larger and larger, and finally the sound of wind and thunder was triggered.

Immediately after, the sea of clouds around the mountain peak was mobilized and turned into a huge whirlpool, and then a blue and white light rushed up from the whirlpool and pierced into the depths of the night sky.

"Sword light?"

In the small courtyard, the four people who were meditating cross-legged suddenly opened their eyes and looked at the sword vortex that was still spinning in front of the library with some incredulity.

At the top of the peak, in the small building, a white-clothed and white-haired young man stood leaning on the railing, his eyes were deep and vast, staring at the figure of Zhou Hao in the square, his eyes were a little joyful!