Tui Ji walked up to Lord Jiu Xue, the priest of the country, without any scruples, and looked at the other party seriously for a long time with round eyes. He seemed to be recognizing something www.biquge.info then took out a sign from his waist, held it in both hands, and carefully brought it to him.

Xue Haishen understood what the little monk meant, a trace of anger flashed in his eyes, and then a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "Say hello to the Venerable Master!"

Tui Ji waved his hand, quickly threw down the ebony order, and said in a loud voice with a young accent: "The 'ebony order' is returned to the original owner, I think the little monk is not qualified to have it." After speaking, he quickly turned around and caught up with Zhuo Zangfeng.

Zhuo Zangfeng didn't look back, but he listened to his every move, and at this moment the people around him remained the same, watching quietly, no one spoke, only the slight brushing sound of the little monk's footsteps rubbing on the bluestone slab.

Listening to Tui Ji approaching, Zhuo Zangfeng looked up to the sky and smiled, and walked away, how can I be a Penghao person's ambition.

Walking far away, pushing himself several times to ask for His Majesty's letter, Zhuo Zangfeng saw that the little monk was doing well today, and did not cause him to be anxious, so he took it out for him to watch.

Tui Ji held it in his hand, and his expression was humble, and when he finished reading the letter, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"Master, Heavenly Sword Sect, His Majesty the Emperor is also practicing in the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

Zhuo Zangfeng said impatiently: "Can you ask one question at a time?"

Tui Ji scratched his head, and asked seriously: "His Majesty the Emperor is also from the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

"I don't know. Zhuo Zangfeng replied.

"Looking at the meaning of the emperor, it seems to know you. ”

"I have never met His Majesty the Emperor. Zhuo Zangfeng said truthfully.

"So, what does this letter really mean?"

"I don't know. ”

After a moment of silence, Tui Ji finally lost his temper, "You don't know anything and let me ask one by one?"

"It's because I don't know anything that I'm asking you one by one, otherwise your series of questions will make me so bad that I don't even know what my last name is. ”

"So, what's going on?" Tui Ji held the emperor's letter, his face was confused.

Zhuo Zangfeng waited for a while, saw that Tui Ji followed, and said, "Maybe His Majesty the Emperor sent the wrong letter." ”

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The autumn breeze brought bursts of refreshment, and Zhuo Zangfeng looked down at the little spots of light falling from the branches and leaves in the thick shade of the ancient acacia. He held a twig in his hand and kept scratching on the ground.

One after another, the small swords were densely slashed, occupying almost the entire shade of the tree.

Tui Ji sat by the tree and watched him sweat profusely, and finally couldn't help but ask curiously: "It's hard to fill your stomach with 11,000 swords, and the little monk is hungry." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng waved the branch and said, "At the beginning, in order to be quick for a while, you returned the 'Ebony Order', don't look for me when you're hungry, go to the sacrificial wine lord." ”

Tui Ji scratched his head, then pretended to be weak, and said weakly: "You are a meat eater, the little monk is a vegetarian, you are hungry for a day and a night, but the little monk can't even survive for half a day." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng pouted and said: "Why don't you just say that you are a cow and a horse, and I am a tiger and wolf?

"Where can I compare to you? After a few words, the chief teacher of Tai Academy was scolded to death, and the iron mouth and gold teeth were nothing more than that!"

Zhuo Zangfeng suddenly smiled: "The monk said that he really knows how to pretend, according to my experience, hungry people don't have the energy to debate with others." ”

Tui Ji didn't think he was seeing through the trick, and said curiously: "Then you tell me what you are doing with those little swords?"

Zhuo Zangfeng sighed: "After sparing for a long time, your monk said that he was smart, aren't you just trying to hide my secret?" Okay, I'll tell you." ”

"Speak quickly!" Tui Ji was already anxious.

Zhuo Zangfeng thought: According to what is said in the book, I must dissolve the cultivation of the sword yuan that I have poured into my body, but this matter cannot be said to Tuiji, firstly, it is too mysterious, and secondly, according to Tuiji's temper of breaking the casserole and asking to the end, it will definitely be endless.

After thinking about it, he said: "Look at these small swords on the ground, if they are the sword yuan condensed by the masters outside the square, one or two branches, countless branches, so many branches, all given to me, and even the immortals don't have to be afraid?"

Tui Ji laughed, "You just have your big dreams in the Spring and Autumn Period! If a sword cultivator can condense a sword element, he can fly the sword for thousands of miles and be at ease, not to mention so many sword yuan? If you give these to you again, do you have the ability to control them?"

Zhuo Zangfeng ignored his sarcasm, pointed to the ground and said, "Look at these little swords on the ground, once the trees are blown by the wind, they leave the shade and are exposed to the sun, and if there is a heavy rain, they will disappear without a trace in an instant. ”

After saying these words, Zhuo Zangfeng couldn't help but think: It would be nice if there was really such a heavy rain, but unfortunately everything has its own laws, isn't the 'Forging Sword Qianhua' in my dantian qi sea exactly ten thousand sword yuan? I don't know the kind of magic power used by the old monster and the master, they forced me to keep cultivating, until I cultivated a heavy rain, and all the sword elements were fused to become my own vitality. ”

Tui Ji understood that he was talking about kendo issues, and immediately got serious, took a few steps closer, and watched carefully.

"If you really draw a sword element, you should know that the sword element is not moving, it is the trees that move, and the trees are blown by the wind, so everything is inseparable, and static braking is the high realm of swordsmanship. ”

The two teenagers talk about the way of swordsmanship, and they are actually decent, and they have studied kendo since they were children, and their insights are naturally profound, but Zhuo Zangfeng is now learning and selling.

Duan Qianhua didn't give him the slightest guidance on the way of the sword, Meng Taixu only taught him some basic knowledge of cultivation, and now what he can do is nothing more than the "Commentary on Sword Cultivation Zhuangzi" in Tai Academy.

However, it was these collisions that made him feel a sense of sudden enlightenment, pushing his own Buddha's sword to be clear, and the "Commentary on Sword Cultivation Zhuangzi" was mysterious, and he felt a new feeling after talking about it.

Then he tried to breathe, and found that he had a deeper understanding of the perception of the vitality, and he felt that if he met Xie Chenhuan again this time, he would definitely not give him a chance to use the second sword.

But suddenly, his expression changed, and the original vitality that was overflowing between heaven and earth could be seen more clearly than before, but he found that no matter how he guided it, those vitality could not be absorbed by himself.

Why is it that when I feel sensitive, I can't absorb the vitality of heaven and earth?

He tried to run the sword element in the dantian qi sea through the meridians, but the sword element was not controlled.

Zhuo Zangfeng was sweating profusely, and he still couldn't mobilize Jian Yuan, looking at Tui Ji who was sitting cross-legged on the side, breathing and breathing, and looking at the comfortable expression on his face, Zhuo Zangfeng understood that the little monk had gained a lot from Fang Cai's conversation.

He was a little unwilling, frowning and looking at the small sword yuan on the ground, and suddenly he saw a golden line, which was the light peeking out from between the leaves.

His gaze wandered along with the light, and he saw that the light shone on a small sword element, and the sword element immediately became unusually bright, and he understood that it was the effect of sunlight. And the sword element figure next to it, which has not been illuminated by the sun, is still hidden under the thick shade, as if waiting for the sun to shine.

Then following the light on the ground and looking at the leaves above his head and the sun above the trees, he suddenly remembered that there is yin and yang in heaven and earth, white is yang, and night is yin. At night people are sleeping and resting, waiting for the day to come before going to work in the fields, if the sun and the moon are reversed, and the time sequence is impermanent, then life will not exist.

Also, there is no night, where does the day come from, and there is no day, and there is no night. It can be said that night exists because of day, and day also exists because of night.

The sun is yang, the sword yuan is the qi of the yang, and the man is also the masculine body, so he says that he is too yang, and only the combination of yin and yang can he cultivate the supreme sword.

It seems that there is a need for a different way of practice.

Thinking about it, and thinking that if there is no sunlight, there is no cool shade, according to this way, and then according to the "Commentary on Zhuangzi Sword Cultivation", I suddenly remembered what Chen Fuzi said.

"It's better to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. ”

Darkness is yin, rivers and lakes are yin, only by going to such a place to regulate and cultivate, so that the dragon and tiger meet, yin and yang are combined, can you continue to practice.

After figuring out this truth, he felt much more relaxed in his heart.

Tui Ji also comprehended many principles of kendo practice, he repeatedly inserted the wooden sword into the bamboo box behind his back, and looked at Chang'an City in the autumn colors, his face showed a nostalgic look.

"When I walked out of the mountain gate last year when the leaves were falling, Master kept looking at my back, and although he didn't say anything, I knew his care for me and his expectations for me. After I came to Chang'an and met you, I was so cheerful about many things, and now that it is autumn, I think I should go back and reply to the master and talk to him about the harvest of this year. ”

Zhuo Zangfeng knew that he was saying goodbye to himself, thinking about his talent for pushing himself and kendo, and believed that he would definitely become a fruitful sword monk, but he still had a regret in his heart that he didn't take the little monk to drink flower wine.

Life in the world must be indulgent, don't wait, white boy's head.

"Okay, when I get the leader of the 'Dragon Gate Test', I will definitely go to Songshan to see you. I just regret that I didn't go with you to meet the Oiran lady of Chang'an. ”

Tui Ji smiled and said: "Following you is indulgent enough, this is the most enjoyable thing for me besides practicing and practicing swords, you remember to come to Songshan, I will discuss swords with you." ”

Zhuo Zangfeng nodded in agreement.

Tui Ji said again: "Your brother-in-law's strength is a lot higher than ours, don't fight him for the time being." Then he looked at Zhuo Zangfeng and said softly: "Don't worry, if you don't succeed by then, I will give you a breath." In fact, in addition to chanting Buddha and practicing swords, I am also very curious about the worldly life, and now that I have tasted it, I can also return to Songshan to practice with peace of mind. ”

The geese in the sky are desolate, and the breeze outside the post sends friends and friends.

Looking at the bamboo box that was above his head behind Tuiji, the wooden sword without a sword spike, and his tall and vigorous figure gradually moved away, Zhuo Zangfeng looked at it for a long time, until he disappeared into the reckless clouds.

Seeing the sunset on the mountain, the lonely tide of dusk surging in, Zhuo Zangfeng got up and prepared to leave this place, but at this time, more than a dozen cavalry on the official road next to him rolled in like a whirlwind cloud, bringing dust on the road.

An officer of about thirty years old pulled the reins, and the yellow horse under the seat neighed, and the man stood up.

The officer's eyes were like lightning, he stared for a long time, and asked in a loud voice, "Are you Zhuo Zangfeng?"

(End of Volume 2)

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