. read-contentp*{font-style:normal; font-weight:100; text-decoration:none; line-height:inherit;}. read-contentpcite{display:none; visibility:hidden;}

Chapter 45: Inexplicable Old Ways

Zhou Lingyun has been practicing swordsmanship with Xiaomu for more than half a month, and every morning Zhou Lingyun goes to understand swordsmanship, and in the afternoon he goes to observe and chase the sky.

It's just that Chasing Tian has been sleeping lately, and Zhou Lingyun's patience has been worn out.

As for Xiaomu's so-called sword to be straight, Zhou Lingyun has only achieved a line between the sword and the shoulder on the surface so far, and at the deep level, Zhou Lingyun can't figure it out at all.

During this period, Dao Ancestor Tianjizi also came once and personally guided Zhou Lingyun to cultivate, which made Zhou Lingyun quite grateful.

Xiaoji also came over on time every day to see Zhou Lingyun's cultivation progress, but every time he shook his head and went back.

As for Zhou Lingyun at night, he kept reviewing his piano path, and since he realized his solitude, Zhou Lingyun's temperament has become more and more hazy.

Zhou Lingyun, the second chapter of the Great Harmony of Heaven and Earth, can already play with his eyes closed, but at this time, the same problem as the Red Moon Battle Song has appeared.

There are a few places where the syllables of the world come to congratulate are very abrupt, and even suddenly change from melodious to passionate, which undoubtedly destroys the beauty of the whole music.

Although he didn't understand, Zhou Lingyun still continued to play, he knew that the overlord would not lie to him.

The aura of Duzun had begun to gradually affect Zhou Lingyun, and he still remembered the overlord's eyes at that time, which was the same kind of look as him, and he believed that the overlord would not deceive him.

There must be something extraordinary about this score, but at present, Zhou Lingyun can't dig it out by himself.

Zhou Lingyun's daily life is very fulfilling, and there are a lot of things to do in each time period.

The way of the piano, the way of the sword, this is the cultivation that Zhou Lingyun relies on the most at present.

After a hasty breakfast, Zhou Lingyun ran to the back mountain with his sword, and Xiaomu was indeed waiting for him there.

It's like this every day, Xiaomu always seems to have come very early to wait for Zhou Lingyun here.

Zhou Lingyun has also gotten used to it these days, Xiaomu doesn't care about etiquette, so he doesn't salute, and quickly starts the day.

Xiao Mu smiled, and his fingers flicked the sword surface lightly, making a crisp jingle sound.

Zhou Lingyun's hand holding the sword did not move at all, but the vibration from the sword surface never made Zhou Lingyun's arm shift in the slightest.

"Yes, it's been stable. Xiaomu nodded, then picked up a leaf on the ground and slowly placed it on top of the blade.

"How do you feel?" asked Xiaomu.

Zhou Lingyun shook his head, a leaf felt nothing for him.

Xiao Mu sighed, blew off the leaves, and said, "I said it, every grass, every tree, every flower and every fruit, everything in the world has its own quality, no matter how heavy it is. When you can feel the weight of this leaf, you can understand how much the sword has sunk. ”

"But, master, what impact does a leaf have even if it makes the sword sink?" Zhou Lingyun still doesn't understand how much the weight of a leaf can affect the desperate struggle between two people?

Xiaomu didn't speak, this can only be understood by Zhou Lingyun himself, and what others say is someone else's after all.

Zhou Lingyun saw that Xiaomu couldn't speak, so he could only silently continue to hold his sword.

At this moment, the outer forbidden place of Taoism.

This is the periphery of the mountains to enter the Taoism, which is listed as a forbidden place, and there are Taoist disciples who rotate on duty every day, the purpose is to prevent other idle people from entering the Taoist house.

The disciples on duty today, as usual, stood together casually and chatted.

For them, this kind of work is like a vacation, and they don't have to face the daily boring cultivation.

The two disciples didn't pay attention to it at all, this was originally inside the mountains, and there were countless large and small Dao seals outside, it was impossible for mortals to come in, and people from other sects would definitely send invitations first.

Just as the two were chatting about how powerful each other were in the mortal world, an ethereal voice came.

"The avenue is small, a flower is a world, and the road is small, a sand and a dust.

Mortals laugh and laugh, cry and make sweet, and the gods smile and laugh, and they are happy and sad.

The sky is long, a thousand years are in a blink of an eye, the earth is long, and the sea is turned into mulberry fields.

Immortals are not immortals, gods are not gods, demons are not demons, and demons are not demons.

One heart is good, heaven and earth are the same, one heart is evil, heaven and earth are the same.

Mortals laugh and laugh, and the heavens and the earth are at my disposal;

The gods smiled and struggled for fame and fortune.

Mortals have their own mortal happiness, and immortals have their own fairy pain,

The length of life is short, and the heart is helpless to become immortal. ”

The long voice sang a song that he had never heard before, and from a distance, it was an old man dressed as a Taoist priest walking towards him.

The two of them looked at it, Lao Dao was wearing shabby straw sandals, and the wine gourd in his hand looked very dirty, and the color had faded in some places, leaving only a layer of russet scars.

Lao Dao stepped on the footsteps of the virtual and the real, like a drunk man, swaying and swinging, and still repeating the songs he didn't understand.

"Stop, the front is my Taoist forbidden place, outsiders are not allowed to enter!" The two of them still remembered their duties, and immediately pulled out the swords they were wearing, pointing at the old way and forbidding him to take a step forward.

"Why should mortals bother mortals, why should immortals be difficult!" Lao Dao seemed to have never seen the movements of these two people, and he still sang jerky ballads in his mouth, like a turtle pace, but he didn't know when he had stepped behind the two.

The two children guarding the door were unable to move as if they had been immobilized by the immobilization spell, until his ethereal singing was far away, and gradually became inaudible, and the two of them trembled, and their dull eyes regained their vitality, but they did not remember that there was an old Taoist who went in, still talking about the previous topic, and let out a few hearty laughs from time to time.

The door of the mortal dust was opened silently, and the old Tao was like walking into his own home, and everything was very skillful.

Tianshu Palace. Basilica.

Sanqing Yuan opened his eyes violently, like the eyes of a python, looking at the entrance of the Taoist house through the layers of black curtains.

He knew that someone was coming.

At this moment, a phantom of a blind face flashed on the two copper seats next to it.

"Sanqing Yuanzun, is it that crazy Taoist priest? I'm afraid this breath is only him, right?" The phantom opening on the copper seat on the left went straight to the point.

Sanqing Yuanzun nodded, his face unusually solemn.

The phantom sitting on the copper seat on the right was silent for a while, and then said: "Let Tianjizi go to receive and take a look first, I want to know what this madman is doing if he doesn't do his wandering back to the Dao Sect!"

Sanqing Yuanzun also agreed with this idea, and a golden light in his hand separated, and went straight to the residence of Tianjizi of the Heavenly Dao Palace.

"Okay, I've already sent my divine sense to Tianjizi. I want to know what this predecessor's Sanqing Yuanzun is doing when he comes back?" Sanqing Yuanzun sneered: "If you dare to do something out of the ordinary, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The phantom on the left also sneered, and at the end, he laughed: "I forgot, now this madman is quite famous in the second world, what does it seem to be called Tian Chengzi?"

"That's his previous Taoist name, called Tianchengzi, but he just changed one word. The dust in Sanqing Yuanzun's hand swayed back and forth, and the corners of his mouth showed a more natural smile.

If you dare to cause trouble, don't blame me for not being jealous of the love of the year, even if you are my master! Sanqing Yuanzun snorted fiercely at the figure in his mind.

To combat piracy and support genuine copying, please go to Zhulang.com to read the latest content. Current User ID: , Current User Name: