Xianlu Lake, far away from the hinterland of Sanqing for more than 50 miles, the lake is vast and endless, and the first floor of the single tree in the blue waves is the place where the disciples of Sanqing have thought about it behind closed doors

Li Muran, who has been here for eight days, climbed the highest building early, and after enjoying the scenery of the lakes and mountains, he sat cross-legged and breathed, and he had been practicing for half an hour.

In this way, purifying the internal turbidity and extracting the external spirit is a compulsory lesson that cannot be cut off every day for the disciples of the Sanqing Palace, in addition to their own dross, absorbing the essence of heaven and earth, it is also the foundation method of all Taoist sword cultivation and alchemy in the Sanqing Palace

For example, Li Muran, who was in the midst of suspended animation, entered the dantian like a wisp of warm spiritual qi smoke drifting through the mist, which was pitiful but precious. Cultivators are most afraid of impetuousness and lack the patience that has accumulated over time. The pure and yang aura between heaven and earth is as thin as gold, not something that can be used anytime and anywhere, and pays attention to the eternal perseverance and persistence of taking a single day.

A few days before the monk was different, he reversed the true character of the frolicking naughty boy in the past, only entertained himself quietly on the ground floor, and the two of them were one on the top and one on the bottom, maintaining the mode of getting along like a husband and wife quarreling first cold war, talking only a dozen sentences a day, and not seeing the bickering of the past.

There is no miscellaneous things in the Tianxin Building, only ten empty houses, and a desk in each of the five-story buildings, all of which are full of Taoist scriptures and classics, the content has nothing to do with martial arts and Taoism, they are all some to cleanse the mind, talk about the laws and laws of heaven and earth and gossip and celestial phenomena, etc., obscure and difficult to understand, because the disciples who come here to be punished have few interest in turning, and the deep dust of the spider silk web is the natural result.

The punished disciples prepare their own food and clothing according to the length of time they have pondered, and they are isolated from the world in this empty and secluded place, which is the best place to see all the good and evil in their hearts, and it is indeed a good place to meditate on their own mistakes and see the clarity of their minds.

Knowing the sea and clearing the sea, opening the consciousness early, is the most important shackles in the practice of the three Qing Dao, how can those who fail to break through in their lifetime enter the Tianqing realm, get rid of the Xuanqing and Shangqing two middle and lower classes to become a first-class Taoist master.

Looking at the scenery by the lake every day, Li Muran can really see some real self under the emptiness, and there are some light things in his consciousness, his heart is unhindered, his thoughts are not vulgar, the universe is infinite, the magic of creation, and the vast consciousness of mountains and rivers emerges spontaneously in the sea of knowledge, and then there is more insignificance of life, the profound understanding of the way of heaven, and the meditation on mistakes and the supernatural power of heaven and earth are also not delayed.

After the pranayama was completed, Li Muran looked out from the building, and there was a beautiful scenery of the world in front of him, with white clouds flying far away, and waves surging near, without any sense of bitterness and loneliness in his heart.

There was a sound of climbing the building, and the old man, who had not seen him for a few days, poked his head out and walked up with a smile.

"Other sects are all building a hut and digging a hole, and the disciples who make mistakes are confined to it day and night, that is a good place to introspect behind closed doors, why did my Sanqing Palace act in reverse, and did not copy the rules and precepts countless times, but it is an endless amount of rivers and mountains and dollars, are our Sanqing ancestors all so partial to disciples who like to make mistakes?" asked Li Muran.

Monk Fei said with a smile: "It's just that I have thought about it, and I have to know the mysteries of heaven and earth, and explore the relationship between people and heaven and earth.

Li Muran looked at the pair of scribbled couplets in front of him in a daze, and then smirked.

Feel the infinity of heaven and earth, the mountains and rivers, know the end of life and Taoism, and the horizontal criticism is the unity of heaven and man.

Li Muran looked at the couplet and smiled for a long time, and read: "This crooked and slanted chicken chop character, but it was written by an ancestor who didn't know a few big characters in my Sanqing Dynasty, and it was right to put it in this place where outsiders couldn't see it, so as not to be embarrassed, but this pair of ordinary levels also has some meaning of life."

"Stinky old man, I have a feeling, could it be your handiwork? Like your old face, vicissitudes of life and ugly, and building a building here, it should also be your attention, how can normal people pay this attention? It is clearly to enjoy happiness again, that is to think about "Looking at the endless flooding water, Li Muran was in a comfortable mood.

"How has this place been thought? Wonderful place," Monk Fei Dao leaned against the railing and said with a smile: "Ten days of steamed buns, drink enough water, feel what it means to be the unity of heaven and man, those who practice martial arts and cultivate the Tao, both body and spirit have to cultivate both."

"I can not only think about it, but also see the scenery, which reminds me of Lu Yuan's kid's beautiful building, that is, there is no wine, no meat, no beauty, and it is difficult to think about it thoroughly, isn't it, stinky old way?" Li Muran's face suddenly sank, and said: "A few days ago, you took advantage of the danger of others and forced me to call your grandfather, this revenge must be avenged today, otherwise I will forget to cheap you."

"Hehe, that's also your kid's usual internal injury, I want to take revenge a little, you kid don't mind, don't you have to take revenge" Monk Feidao took a few steps back unconsciously.

"When is the time for retribution, why are you a generation of monks? Taoist masters? Is it really hard to define who you are? A Buddha is not a Buddha, and the Tao is not a Tao? Do you feel awkward yourself? Li Muran took a few steps forward.

Seng Feidao took a few steps back and said with a smile: "Since it's time to repay the wrongs, then don't report it, forget how good it is, grandpa, I am a monk and Taoist, don't be stubborn, just have two kinds of cultivation with a pair of skins, just be happy."

Li Muran pulled his wicker-like eyebrows and said: "When do others believe in retribution, I can't, you have to find a way to make up for me, otherwise I will leave you down to feed the fish, the old bones will be blistered, and the fish will not taste bad."

"Hehe, you kid has a knife mouth and a tofu heart, I know I understand" Seng Feidao took a few more steps back, leaning against the railing.

Li Muran added strength in his hand, removed one of his eyebrows, and said: "This time I will pull out one of your eyebrows, it can be regarded as revenge, and next time there will be a shameless act of taking advantage of people's danger, you will feel good."

"By the way, you said you were going to take me as an apprentice before, but seriously?" Li Muran asked.

Monk Feidao said with a smile: "Joke and laugh, you kid is a century-old genius, what a big character, grandpa doesn't have the good life to be your master, I can't accept it, I can't teach it"

"Then how about I accept you as a teacher, you are qualified, I can reluctantly make it difficult for you Li Ruobai's ancestral tomb, and there is also a feat of green smoke, when I become the realm of sword immortals, I will definitely travel the world with my sword."

"Hehe, grandpa think about it, it's too honorable, I'm afraid it's a dream" Seng Feidao turned his head to look at the sparkling waves, and asked: "Speaking of sword immortals, grandpa really knows one, there is an old sword immortal at the bottom of this lake, believe it or not"

Li Muran frowned slightly, looked at Lao Dao with a serious face, and asked, "Lu Tanwei's grandfather Lu Chong?" ”

"How do you kid know?" Monk Fei asked with a smile.

"In the past five years, how many strange things have you told me in the world, demons and monsters, you may forget, I am a genius who will never forget, and I remember everything by one" Li Muran saw that the old man was not joking, and said: "Take me to see that old guy?" ”

"Hehe, it's been decades, it's time to go and see, how is your kid's water, if it's a landlubber, you can't see it" Monk Feidao asked.

"If I really drown, my life Hades won't dare to accept it, don't talk nonsense, take me to see" Li Muran was impatient.

"You have to swear to God that this matter will be kept absolutely secret, this is my private agreement with the old man Lu back then" Seng Feidao finished with a smile, and said: "You and the old man are also destined, it doesn't hurt to take you to meet him"

Li Muran was confused, full of curiosity, and immediately made a poisonous oath that everyone in the world used to poison.

The two jumped into the middle of the lake without undressing, stirring up two waves.

In summer, the lake water is cool and cool, and Li Muran, whose water performance is comparable to that of ducks, followed behind Lao Dao and broke the waves towards a steep cliff by the lake.

Three hours later, the two broken water marks on the lake returned to calm, and Li Muran, who was a little exhausted, lay on a raised boulder on the cliff wall, panting like a cow, and asked: "Stinky old way, if you lie to someone, I will strip your eyebrows."

"You're so stupid, can't you fly on the waves?" The monk's non-pavement does not change color, and the breath is as usual.

Li Muran suddenly realized and scolded: "Then why are you swimming? ”

"Grandpa exercises, moves his muscles and bones, and is willing to swim," Lao Dao smiled evilly.

"It's at your feet, 100 meters underwater, just dive down with your grandfather," Seng Feidao plunged into the water.

Countless fish and shrimp can be seen swimming freely at the bottom of the clear water, after diving for 100 meters, the lake water with a slight blue in the original turquoise reveals a dazzling light, as if the sun in the sky has sunk to the bottom of the lake, and the cliff wall in front of the two people reveals a hole that is enough for two people to walk through, the dazzling light is the hole that shoots out, and from time to time there are dense schools of fish shuttling through it in groups, as if there is a different world hidden in the hole.

"When you arrive, enter the cave, don't talk nonsense, that guy has a bad temper, has a strange temperament, and is obsessed with kendo and almost forgets that he is a person" Monk Feidao kept his mouth shut, and used secret techniques to send his heart into Li Muran's ears.

Li Muran, who didn't know this method, had to nod his head.

The two followed each other through the entrance of the cave, and the bottom of the originally still water and deep water suddenly gave birth to a lifting force, and the old and young were suddenly washed out of the water by the huge buoyancy of the flowing water, Li Muran quickly poked out of the water, only to see some hazy scenes in the blurred vision of the water splash, and blurted out and sighed: "The real cave is blessed"

On the mountain wall not far in front of him, there was a white-haired old man with torn clothes who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, looking at himself motionlessly, his eyes were as empty as a dead but not rotten body.

The stinky old man sat cross-legged in front of the old man, grinning and looking back at himself without speaking.

"Stinky boy, don't you hurry up and meet Grandpa Sword Fairy!" Monk Fei said with a smile.

Li Muran crawled out of the water wet, and in front of him was an open white sand beach, and the sword fairy grandfather was still sitting on a hollow stone bench in the mountain wall like a living dead, his empty eyes were like a light.

After repeating and repeating again and again, Li Muran still couldn't see whether he was alive or dead, so he had to say: "Senior Li Muran visits Grandpa Sword Immortal"

The old man was still silent, and Li Muran found that a blue and black long sword behind him actually emitted a snow-white light, talking about the daylight shining in the cave, and it turned out that the white light at the mouth of the cave under the water was also made by the sword light penetrating into the water.

"Hehe, don't worry, he's not dead, probably hasn't spoken for a long time, I forgot how to speak, wait for me to go up and take a look" Seng Feidao was just about to get up, and the man blinked.

"Li Ruobai, I've been waiting for you for a long time, today is the third competition agreed between you and me, and the old man's sword has long been lonely" The man's voice was clear, and the echo was endless for a long time.

Li Muran asked curiously: "Senior, are you really Lu Chong and Lu Jianxian?" ”

"What, not like? Isn't the bad old man what a sword fairy should look like, in your mind, what should a sword fairy look like? Lu Chong said slowly.

After he finished speaking, the originally dim eyes bloomed with a fine light, his right hand slowly raised, stopped in mid-air and gathered his five fingers, and his shriveled and clear old face looked at the hole in the top of the cave, and there was a heavenly light like a sword, and the light and shadow that fell into the water were rippled by the waves, and countless circles of light swaying on the stone wall shone in the cave.

The sleeves of Lu Chong's robe trembled slightly, and a more dazzling white light flew out of the skylight, flashing in, and the grass and trees around the entrance of the cave fell one after another.

A sword qi that is raised within a hundred miles, but has never separated from the master's sea of knowledge, and is all driven by divine consciousness is like a well-behaved house slave who obeys his orders, and after sensing the divine sense of the little sword immortal, he flew like lightning, and the distance of thousands of miles was only a blink of an eye.

The sword qi was like a mighty wind, and when it flew, the leaves within a few miles were cut down by the sword qi, and they fell down.

The old sword fairy is like playing with the most precious beloved thing, looking at the invisible sword qi that is a few inches in size in the palm of the hand, transparent as white glass, and an old face of vicissitudes of life is like a dead wood in spring, with some brilliance, and said: "Peerless Battle Bodhi, Li Ruobai, the heart of the lake is waiting for you"

The little sword immortal floated out, and the momentum was extremely poetic, it was the demeanor of Bai Yunxiu, but the battle intent and sword aura had already spread.

Lao Dao laughed and said: "Stinky boy, find a good place and don't blink, fairy fights are not a good show every year"

Li Muran chose an ancient pine tree hanging upside down on the cliff, with a wide field of vision and no obstruction, and it was the only place to watch the gods fight.

Today, two white-haired old men with sword dao like immortals hovering above the lake, white hair to white hair, profound to unfathomable. Neither Yuanyu nor Yue Lizhong had the idea of taking the lead.

The lake has no wind and sets off a nine-foot wave, and the sword qi spreads all over the surface of the lake for hundreds of miles, Li Muran has no intention of the grand scene of the waves crashing on the shore under his feet and rolling up thousands of piles of snow, even if there are waves splashing up and wetting his buttocks, he has no intention of asking.

Lu Yuan raised his hand to summon the sword, his five fingers gathered like a lotus flower, the sound of a dragon chanting the world sounded behind Li Muran, and when he looked up, there was no trace, and a dark green Qingfeng was lonely for too long, and there was a trembling sound in the master's hand.

The sword body follows the little sword fairy to hide in the cave, the sword qi travels around the mountains and rivers, and the sword spirit is raised in the consciousness of the sea and the sea.

The long-awaited snow-white sword qi turned into the sword body, and Lu Yuan said: "The day before raising the sword, at this time, I lost twice, and this time I have to win."

Seng Feidao always smiled and said: "There is no winning or losing between you and me, only endless fun."

The words of the two were as indifferent as old friends, but the sword intent that shrouded them was as bright as the wind.

The little sword immortal burst back, a sleeve of sword qi broke through the clear water of the lake, and an almost bottomed crack came out between the two, the sword qi became a dragon, and two big waves rose up to the sky, and the sword qi in the crack was endless, and the lake water that surged into the air and could not fall back was like a fountain.

The second sleeve shook again, densely packed, and the invisible sword qi, large or small, crossed the border like a swarm of locusts, covering the sky and the sun, and pounced on the monk Fei Dao.

Lu Yuan, who looked peaceful, stood at the head of the surging tide, and the third Qingmo long sword hovered in front of his eyebrows, and there was no movement at this moment. The power of the two sleeves is probably enough for the veteran to drink a pot, and the two face each other, which is not only a battle between kendo and cultivation, but also a battle between the heart and the mind. Strategy is as important as cunning, and any move that is too early or too late can make the difference between success and failure.

There are only stupid people in the world who either believe that the first strike is strong, or they believe in static braking and then attacking, which seems to be paradoxical to each other, but in fact, there is no right or wrong in the truth, but the use of the magic is in one mind, dealing with things at the right time, responding to the enemy, and being able to learn and use it lively.

The first time he challenged Seng Fei Dao, he was defeated because he came out of the sword too early, and the sword qi was out of the slightest, and a few strands of long hair that had been shaved off were now in his pocket, and he didn't dare to forget it every day.

The second time was too late, the sword qi fell down, the strength of the sword was thinner by three points, and the hole in the shoulder was a testimony of hatred.

Now these two sleeves of sword qi are accurately handled, and they are indeed two glasses of liquor that are a little difficult to swallow, some of which make people's throats hot and slightly raised.

The monk non-Dao Bodhi sword is transformed from one to three, from three to six, and the three swords are pressed under the feet, consuming sixty percent of the sword qi of the old Dao, suppressing the endless sword qi gushing out from the lake, and the slightest bullet can not be suppressed, and there is the possibility of being cut off by the invisible and ubiquitous sword qi.

The three swords were like folding fan bones, supporting a fan-shaped barrier to block the flying sword in Lu Yuan's sleeve that he didn't know when it would be broken.

Looking at the lake within a circle of miles below his body, all the water was crushed by the sword qi, flying into a monstrous wave, and the monk said with a smile: "Old man Lu, ten years ago, the sword qi was only half a lake, but today it can swing all over the lake, congratulations."

"I'm old, I can't be slow, I can't win you, I can't die," Lu Yuan said loudly.

The wrist shook a few times, the sword light in his sleeve was tilted like the Milky Way, and the three sword barriers in front of Seng Feidao were like thousands of fireworks blooming at the same time, and the sword qi of the two people with different yin and yang attributes collided and exploded, far better than the roaring sound of thousands of firecrackers in their ears.

The crack in the lake is getting bigger and bigger, stretching for several miles, and every wave and drop of water surging from the thousands of acres of Xianlu Lake carries the invisible sword qi emitted by Lu Yuan.

The source of sword qi is the ink sword in the center of the eyebrows.

The unremarkable sword was suspended and did not move, stirring up the wind and waves all over the lake, and the sword qi of a hundred miles.

This sword is watery, and as soon as the sword qi enters the river, it is like a dragon in the abyss, and the power of turning over the river and the sea is just the most common dishes in the side dishes.

Li Muran watched from afar, the waves in the middle of the lake were in the sky, the fireworks covered the ground, and the fairy fights were as lively as the New Year. Around the battlefield where the sword qi was in the sea, an ancient pine that was so thick that several people hugged each other never had a moment of stillness, and the genius of the three clears shook it several times.

Immortals fight, it's worth dying.

The hidden dragon sword qi that has been making waves in the lake is not extinguished, the foundation under his feet is not stable, and the gourd on the waist of the monk Fei Dao beats for a long time, and the two natal swords that perceive the strange and powerful sword qi are only waiting for the master's divine sense to summon.

Lao Dao and Lu Chong are all there, and they all need a fleeting and once-in-a-lifetime flaw, perhaps it is left by the negligence of the opponent in the hundreds of secrets, or it is because they are aware of it.

The two of them have done enough to make seven points, just waiting for the mystery that is destined for three points