In the white temple of Shengyin Peak, Mo Nanshan held a pen and swiped it, Ling Dong stood quietly on the side concentrating on the ink, and the fragrance of ink accompanied by the rustle of the tip of the pen diffused in this spacious hall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

After a long time, Mo Nanshan finally put down the pen in his hand, looked at Ling Dong with a calm look, and said softly: "Yesterday, Lao Zhou came to me, he wanted to resign, and then go to the Sword House in Dongya to be a guard. ”

The voice was not loud, but it was like a thunderclap that exploded in Ling Dong's heart, and his eyes showed a trace of confusion, and he was speechless for a while.

Mo Nanshan smiled: "However, I didn't agree. ”

It seemed to be affected by Mo Nanshan's calmness, and the turmoil in Ling Dong's heart finally calmed down, he spit lightly and said with a smile: "Old Zhou...... He's a good guy. ”

"He's a good guy, but he's also a stupid guy. Mo Nanshan took two steps with his hands in his hands, and his voice suddenly raised an octave, "What is in the Sword Mansion, can he guard it? If you want to vacate the position, it is not so vacant, at least the seat of the Immortal Yin Hall Master is not his turn to be the master." ”

Looking at Mo Nanshan's slightly annoyed expression, Ling Dong was still speechless, he smiled awkwardly, I don't know why, this sect master who was worshiped as a god by the disciples of the Holy Hidden Hall would always bring himself a warm sense of intimacy, and this feeling was as warm as a spring breeze.

After a short silence, Mo Nanshan raised his eyes slightly, sighed and said: "The Holy Hidden Hall has been open for more than 100 years, which is not a long time, but the mountain gate is dilapidated, even this hall is not grandiose, but I never planned to repair it, because the inheritance of the sect cannot be continued by a hall, a door, or a wall. ”

From Mo Nanshan's calm tone, Ling Dong seemed to hear a trace of sadness and parting, could it be that Xianyin Hall still wanted to ...... Almost without any hesitation, he raised his head and said solemnly: "Xianyin Hall has won two consecutive victories, and the next stop is Biyun Hall, we don't have any confidence." ”

After less than a second of thought, he said in a more resolute tone, "But what we have is determination. ”

Mo Nanshan was slightly stunned, and then smiled with relief, "Don't listen to the wind is the rain, even if the Xianyin Hall doesn't have these two consecutive victories, it won't disperse." ”

The worries in his heart were dispelled, Ling Dong scratched his head embarrassedly, and said a very philosophical sentence: "Sect Master, there is a mountain in your heart, and it is naturally a mountain when you open the door!"

Mo Nanshan didn't refute, he looked at Ling Dong and was silent for a while, then suddenly scolded with a smile: "You are a person in the realm, and you have only won two battles with the Immortal Hidden Hall, what is there to be proud of." ”

Ling Dong was slightly stunned, since he ascended the Xuanhuang in the Central Domain of Dongzhou and turned into Hongmeng, and refined the pure separation fire in the Xiangshan of the Alchemy Pavilion, the blue lotus flower in the sea of qi had already bloomed twenty-four products, and the formation was complete, but he had never really shown these strengths in front of Mo Nanshan, or even in Dabi, but at this time, he was broken by the other party's words, and a sense of awe suddenly arose in his heart.

Mo Nanshan didn't care about Ling Dong's surprised expression, he just smiled faintly, and then said: "For ordinary people, there is a watershed between the terrain realm and the mortal realm, this watershed is determined by the exercises, and the difficulty of crossing is not great, and the real difficulty is in the threshold of breaking through the shape and ascending to the threshold of gathering spirits. ”

Ling Dong subconsciously touched his nose, he had been to the Holy Hidden Hall many times, but this was the first time he had heard the sect master speak "Dao", before the realm, the spirit gathering realm was just a noun for himself, because this word was still far away from him, but now it was different, he had stayed in the formation realm for a long time, but he had never felt the opportunity to step through the entrance, even if it was a wisp.

"From the mortal realm to the realm, simply put, it depends on resources, only after landing on the realm, every step is by ......" Mo Nanshan stretched out his finger and gently tapped his head, nodded his chest, and said, "There are thousands of roads for tens of millions of people, and everyone's way is different, this is the so-called avenue of thousands of people, and the shape is not limited to the shape, how to go behind the road still depends on yourself, I can't teach you the method, but I can teach you a little experience." ”

Ling Dong swallowed his saliva and didn't speak, all he had to do at this time was to listen.

"Whether it is the mortal realm, the earth realm, or the heavenly realm, it is all about emphasizing the use of heaven and earth vitality to do all kinds of mysterious things, but even if the sea of qi in the body is infinite, but manpower is ultimately limited, and the heaven and earth vitality that can be controlled will be limited after all, in this case, what about these heaven and earth vitality that we have no way to control?" Mo Nanshan smiled lightly, and after being silent for a while, he continued, "It's very simple and complicated, there are only two words: communication. ”

In this bright hall on the Holy Hidden Peak, Ling Dong crossed his legs, frowned for the first time, the first time he set foot in practice, Lao Gu let him learn to perceive the vitality, he did it, and now Mo Nanshan asked him to communicate the vitality, he never thought before, he could communicate with people, animals, Derpy, and even the spirit of the Eight Desolation Furnace, that is because of ......

"Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi also have spirits?" Ling Dong asked curiously.

Mo Nanshan smiled slightly, but his face was calm and quiet, he shook his head and said leisurely: "If the vitality has a spirit, then how difficult is it to break the shape!"

Ling Dong put his hands on his knees, his brows tightened, and for a moment he thought of forging, casting...... Let inanimate objects give birth to their own spirituality, but the problem is that the vitality is a very ethereal thing, formless and substantial, and it can't be touched by half of the forged edge at all.

"If there is no spirit, then make a spirit, otherwise how to call it a spirit gathering realm. Mo Nanshan looked at Ling Dong's expression with relish and laughed.

"This thing...... How?"

"The Heaven and Earth Vitality outside will definitely not be able to do it. Mo Nanshan said calmly, "But the vitality in the sea of qi in the body is not necessarily, if you get it inside, the outside is almost the same, because they are the same source." ”

Ling Dong fell into a deep groan again, Mo Nanshan didn't wait for him to speak, but smiled and suddenly asked, "Do you know the seventy-two divine weapons in the Divine Artifact Record?"

Ling Dong nodded, not only did he know that he had two of them, and he also handed over one to the sect.

"That is the spirit created by the seventy-two ancient powers for the vitality in their own qi sea. “

For a moment, Ling Dong's whole body stiffened, and after a long time, he trembled and asked, "Is this ...... These are not ...... forged by the forgers."

Mo Nanshan's expression was still calm: "It can be said that it can be said that it is not, it is undeniable that there is the credit of the caster here, but no matter how good the caster is, it is only the object that forges, and the only one who makes the spirit in the object and the vitality in the sea of qi truly fit together, so it is not the caster who will leave a name for the ages with these seventy-two divine weapons, but these seventy-two peerless powers." ”

Ling Dong sat in the main hall in a daze, thinking of the Eight Desolation Furnace and the Forbidden Immortal Plate...... Indeed, the casters who forged these weapons back then must have been very awesome, but what was even more awesome was that the people who used these weapons carefully recalled every word Mo Nanshan said, and Ling Dong had a feeling that his whole body was about to burn, as if a window had been opened in front of him, and a new world was in front of him......

Yuan Qi itself will not have a spirit, so it needs a carrier, or a bridge, now, the window of the new world has been opened, Ling Dong needs to find this bridge, a bridge to the other side of the flowers, just like Mo Nanshan said, everyone's way is different, the real road has to rely on oneself to find, oneself to walk.

I don't know how long the silence in the Holy Hidden Temple lasted, and it was finally broken again by Mo Nanshan's calm tone: "The road is still long, who else in the world can do such a thing as entering the Tao at night after hearing about it." ”

Who else?

Ling Dong touched his head and smiled embarrassedly, "Sect Master, could it really be said that it only took one day for someone to break through and ascend to the Gathering Spirits." ”

As soon as the words fell, Mo Nanshan's body was suddenly stunned, and his complexion, which had been as calm as water, finally appeared with a trace of imperceptible ripples, and after a long time, he sighed leisurely, looked at the dazzling sunlight outside the hall and said with a wry smile: "Entering the Tao at night, hehe...... This is what the dean said to the junior brother back then, but I think the dean said it wrong this time...... In one day, even breaking through the two realms of gathering spirits and merging gods is not only to enter the Tao at night, but also to get the Tao at night. ”

"Huh?" Ling opened his mouth and asked, "Sect Master, who is the dean, and who is your little junior brother?" ”

This time Mo Nanshan didn't speak, he just waved his hand and walked back to the side of the case, and picked up the pen again......

Spring and autumn, the moon peak.

The moon poked out half of its head and sprinkled the silver glow into the roof pavilion of the carved and painted Lanyue Palace, in which there was a table and a pot of wine......

"Are you really not ready to meet?" Lou Haichao looked at the slightly old middle-aged man opposite, and his tone lacked a little bit of the majesty of the sect master of the Moon Palace, but a little more of the vicissitudes of life.

The middle-aged man was silent, picked up the wine cup with a slightly trembling hand and took a sip of it, and after a long time, he shook his head with a wry smile and said: "Twenty-two years have passed in a flash, the last time I saw him, he was still a baby waiting to be fed, I didn't expect that now he is famous, I ...... What qualifications do I have to see him now? “

Lou Haichao paused and said, "But he ...... He's your son after all. “

"Just because he's my son!" the middle-aged man slapped the table and said decadently in a deep voice, "I can't let him know that his father is a waste now, and this will affect his Dao Heart, Dao Heart!"

Lou Haichao sighed, leaned forward slightly, and asked, "Thirty years of enduring humiliation, what requirements do you have for Lanyue Palace?"

The middle-aged man raised the wine jug, filled the wine cup in his hand, and said slowly: "The Dao root has been destroyed, what else can I do for the Lanyue Palace, if the senior brother misses the old, let me be a janitor under the mountain." “

Lou Haichao closed his eyes slightly, and his fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, once, twice......

The middle-aged man's expression was slightly in a trance, although he had drunk a lot of wine, but his face became more and more pale, at this moment he thought a lot, thought of his own appearance when he was young, thought of Lou Haichao's appearance when he was young, thought of Shengyin Hall, thought of Daosheng Hall, and thought of ...... Only he couldn't remember what his son looked like, or more accurately, he didn't know what his son looked like.

Time passed quietly at Lou Haichao's rhythmic fingertips, and the once massive Wu Shizu seemed to be unable to resist the stimulation of just a few glasses of wine, and his eyes gradually became heavy, and at the moment when he was about to fall asleep, he finally heard Lou Haichao's majestic laughter.

"Senior brother, since you are not going to meet, why do you need to be a janitor?" Lou Haichao's slightly closed eyes narrowed a slit at this time, and he said slowly, "It's all for the good of that child, you said it, you can't affect his Dao heart, it's not that I don't believe you, but I prefer to believe it...... Dead person. “

Wu Gang's head slammed on the table, the wine spilled on the ground, Lou Haichao reached out and touched the damp white hair on his temples, and smiled sadly: "You can go with peace of mind, your son is my son, Lanyue Palace is mine, and it will be his in the future." “