Chapter Twenty-Eight: The Giant Sword and Ten Thousand Swords

There were clouds gliding in the sky, and Zhuo Zangfeng looked up at the clouds covering the sun and then slowly emerging from the clouds, shining on his body with a warm and comfortable feeling. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. biquge。 info

If he was still a little repulsed by Meng Taixu at the beginning, he kept calling him a sloppy Taoist priest in his heart, and even because of the relationship with the old Taoist priest of Qingyunguan, he didn't even use the title of "old Taoist priest". Although he was called "master", it was just Duan Qianhua's instructions, and it was not convincing.

Now in the warm sun, when looking at Meng Taixu again, the sloppy Taoist priest actually has a kind of holy brilliance.

Broad, loving, and gentle and drizzling.

Those people from the Heavenly Sword Sect finally met the ancestor of the Kai Sect, so naturally they couldn't let go of the opportunity to ask for the secret of cultivation.

Just like a child in the village who meets a kind elder in the family, he will never give up asking for some melons and fruits for a small amount of money.

"Dao Ancestor, why can't I break through the Six-Rank Martial Arts Realm all the time......?"

"My Xuan Jin can't always send and receive freely. ”

Such questions, Meng Taixu smiled and groaned, and told them seriously.

Seeing that it was noon on the day, seeing that they were still enjoying it, and there was no intention of stopping the flag, Meng Taixu slowly stood up.

"Okay, you should go back to Chang'an, remember, you are not allowed to tell anyone that you have met me!"

"And me. Zhuo Zangfeng patted his chest.

Meng Taixuan squinted at him and said with a smile: "Well, it's the two of us." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng got out of the dangerous place, no longer had to worry about life all day long, and as soon as his vigilance was gone, his lively and innocent nature was revealed.

Meng Taixu saw that the young man was smart and smart, lively and active, which was a heartfelt liking.

Just like yesterday night's rescue of the Heavenly Sword Sect, knowing that he was invincible but fearless, this kind of heart is really rare.

There is a lot of dirt in the world, only childlike innocence cannot be hidden. I hope he can keep this feeling like this.

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When I returned to the stone cave where I lived, I saw that the front of the door was full of melons, fruits and vegetables, and steamed rice cakes, which were obviously sent by the villagers when they learned that the bloody bats that caused the harm had been removed.

This represents the enthusiasm and gratitude of the villagers, as well as the guilt and reparation, the old sword saint and the young man can't take care of it, and they have picked it up and munched on it.

This gobbling up, there is no Taoist cultivation of tranquility, there is no hypocrisy and courtesy between guests and people, but it is like two starving ghosts reincarnated, enjoying the delicious food of the world.

Suddenly, Zhuo Zangfeng burped.

Meng Taixu said: "Go to sleep in the cave, and when you wake up, we will open the box." ”

When he said this, his expression was very serious, and although he tried his best to hide it, the feeling of anticipation could not hide the slightly cunning eyes of the young man.

"You mean open the box?" Zhuo Zangfeng's tone was full of surprise.

The secret that has been hidden for so many years is about to be opened, and the tiredness that has just hit after eating is immediately swept away.

"Don't be happy. Looking at the dancing teenager, Meng Taixu couldn't help laughing.

When it came to opening the "Immortal Jade Divine Box", his anxious heart was no worse than that of a young man.

Although he has reached the realm of the land immortals who are happy and angry, he is still a little short of the joyless and sorrowless flying fairyland.

The box is Duan Qianhua's life's work, and now this old fellow in kendo goes to the fairy realm to fulfill the agreement, but his comprehension of the essence of kendo is stored in the box.

When the "Immortal Jade Divine Box" is opened, you can know whether "Duan overshadowed Meng, or Meng pressed Duan".

Such a large age can be regarded as rare through the ages, Ronglu is no longer yearning for prosperity, and the heart of victory and defeat is almost washed on the road of cultivation.

Only the idea of being superior to Duan Qianhua has never been let go, but the older he gets, the more persistent he becomes.

In fact, victory or defeat is not the most important thing, the most important thing is the love of kendo.

And that young man, Duan Qianhua's life's work, can't it become my Meng Taixu's expectations?

At night, the stars are shining, the Milky Way is lingering, and the eternity is leisurely.

Zhuo Zangfeng stood at the foot of the waterfall and let the cold waves crash against his body.

Meng Taixu asked him to wash the dirt off his body, so that his blood veins were active in the collision of water.

He sighed a little, the world worships the Buddha and burns incense, all of them have to bathe and change their clothes, is it necessary to open a box to do the same ceremony? But that box is left by the old monster, and the things left by the old monster are more admirable than the Buddha.

The old monster said that after the box is opened, the master can help me wash the marrow and dredge the meridians, and then I will no longer have to worry about my life, and I can live a long life.

Whether to take the literary road that was known to the world in one fell swoop in those ten years of cold window, or to take the business road full of gold and jade across the ocean, it is up to me to choose. But I prefer to follow the thorny path of cultivation.

Because this is the only way to reach the fairy land.

Even if I can't absorb the vitality of heaven and earth, even if I am crushed to pieces, I will still take this path.

The starlight veins, sprinkled with soft light, reflected in the water like silver beating.

Zhuo Zangfeng walked to the bluestone and nodded to the old sword saint who was staring at him.

Before, Meng Taixu had already told him all kinds of pain after opening the box, and nodding at this moment once again showed the resoluteness in his heart.

Seeing that the young man sat down according to his words, Meng Taixu looked up at the night sky, and the old sword saint took a deep breath for a long time, and his fingers drew an arc in front of him.

The "Tiger Spirit True Yuan" flew leisurely above Zhuo Zangfeng's head, and then hung there without moving.

Under the starlight, the "Tiger Soul True Yuan" exudes a faint blue luster above his head.

Meng Taixu didn't open his eyes, and pulled the spar with a vast divine sense.

Suddenly, the old sword saint's eyebrows moved slightly, and a vitality that could merge everything in heaven and earth was stimulated, and the blue and faint spar spun around.

With the urging of Xuan Jin, the spar turned faster and faster, and if you looked closely, the smooth and jade spar suddenly transformed into a roaring and galloping colorful tiger.

At the same time, the "Immortal Jade Divine Box" let out a roar, and suddenly stood upright, clinging to the young man's back.

Meng Taixu felt the spiritual power of the "Tiger Spirit True Yuan", suddenly opened his eyes, and shouted: "Scatter!"

The condensed spar of the "Blazing Heavenly Tiger" suddenly stopped rotating, turning into a sharp pillar of light, which suddenly dispersed into the top of the young man's head under Meng Taixu's urging.

There was a loud bang, and Zhuo Zangfeng felt that the Baihui acupoint above his head was like a wooden stake being punched into it, and the huge pain made him suddenly lose his hearing. The head looked like it was about to tear, and the entire skull, along with the hair, was a blue color, which looked extremely terrifying.

Then he suddenly felt that his whole body was fluttering, and Fang Cai's headache was like a nightmare, and his whole body was extremely comfortable.

At this point, his entire body turned blue, as if he had just crawled out of a blue dye vat.

Meng Taixu accumulated the mystical energy of his whole body and mobilized the endless vitality between heaven and earth.

At this moment, the old sword saint is better than a sword without a sword.

The stars in the sky suddenly dimmed, as if they had been stolen by the old sword master in an instant.

Those micro-stars had already been held in Meng Taixu's palm, and as the qi became deeper and deeper, they gradually converged into a huge sword.

The land immortal's expression remained unchanged, his long eyebrows twitched, and he suddenly scolded: "Open!"

The "Immortal Jade Divine Box" let out a wind-like scream and opened in response.

Immediately, countless golden rays of light flew out of the box, illuminating them completely.

The countless subtle golden rays of light grew in the wind, and suddenly turned into a long sword full of golden light in the sky, striking Meng Taixu's giant sword condensed by starlight at a speed invisible to the naked eye.

It was as if countless golden bees had condensed into a line and rushed towards the huge nest.

The wind between heaven and earth was raging, and all the vitality around was driven by traction, endless, and the vast and brilliant sword intent enveloped the entire heaven and earth.