Luo Qianxun dived all the way back into the cold pool in the direction he came, and came out of the water, naked with only a few rags to cover the important places. It happened to be night, and I took advantage of the night to find my way back to my residence. When I passed by the library building, I saw a red candle swaying in the wind outside the east window.

Luo Qian wondered in his heart, who lit the red candle here, the red candle in the east window was his agreement with Steward Zhao, could it be that Steward Zhao accepted other disciples. I made up my mind to go to the small pavilion on the top of the mountain to have a look at the second watch, maybe I could steal a trick and a half.

Luo Qian returned to his residence to change his clothes, and then touched the top of the mountain at the second watch.

In the small pavilion on the top of the mountain, the tea cup was fragrant, and Steward Zhao moved his rattan chair to the small pavilion, as if in the library building, lying lazily in the rattan chair.

Luo Qian came up the mountain, walked to the pavilion and saw Steward Zhao here alone, and saluted with a fist: "I've seen the steward, the steward is so Yaxing!" ”

Steward Zhao glanced at Luo Qian, and was not angry: "Stinky boy, you haven't shown up for a few months, I thought you were killed in the back mountain." ”

Luo Qian laughed: "Our lives are hard if we want food, how can we die so easily." In the past few months, I have been practicing penance in the back mountains, worrying about the stewards and being terrified. ”

Steward Zhao breathed a sigh of relief, didn't say anything, and stretched out his hand to signal Luo Qian to sit down. Luo Qian bowed and sat opposite, although he had already worshiped the Nine Heavens Xuannu as his teacher, but Steward Zhao was the leader of his martial arts after all, and he needed a lot of courtesy.

Steward Zhao bowed slightly, and put the lamp for Luo Qian, Luo Qian didn't understand the rules of the tea ceremony, so he had to stand up and salute.

"No need to be polite," Steward Zhao said softly. Without saying much, he lay in the rattan chair and looked up at Zhou Tian Xingdou.

Luo Qian didn't know what Zhao Guan meant, and it was inconvenient to interrupt, so he had to sit on the side and drink tea by himself.

The midsummer evening breeze and the dawn moon are hazy. Before I knew it, an hour passed, and Steward Zhao finally put away his thoughts, and said with a long sigh: "People are old and affectionate, and I don't know what illness I committed before leaving, so I actually want to find someone to send it." Thinking about it, a huge Shuramun, I'm afraid that I only said a few more words to you, you won't be troubled by the old man, right? ”

Suddenly, when he heard that Steward Zhao was leaving, he was also very puzzled in his heart, and couldn't help asking: "Master Steward, why do you suddenly want to leave, where are you going?" ”

"Alas, I'm a down-and-out person, whether I go or not, it's like being trapped in place, and wherever I go, I'm wandering around with my lost soul, what's the difference, it's just that there are some volumes guarding this library."

Luo Qian didn't respond for a while, but he felt that Steward Zhao's tone was so sad, there was something unspeakable.

Steward Zhao ignored Luo Qian's puzzled face, and said to himself: "I have been good at martial arts since I was a child, and I met a famous teacher to guide me, I went out of the mountains at the age of twenty, and I defeated the world's masters in ten years, and I thought I was invincible in the world. Someone told me that there is a sword god on Xiling Sleepy God Peak, a god-given sword heart, who cried when he was born, and his family can only stop crying with a sword to appease him. Since he grew up holding a sword, he began to learn the sword alone in the Sleepy God Peak at the age of ten, and has defeated countless masters under the Sleepy God Peak, and the Xiling people named him the Sword God. I was arrogant at that time, of course I wanted to meet the Xiling Sword God for a while. ”

When Steward Zhao talked about this past, his eyes couldn't help but flash a hint of brilliance, as if he remembered the vigor and vigor of the year.

"I finally came to the foot of the Sleepy God Peak all the way, and when I was about to go up the mountain, he sent someone to send a piece of paper, on which was written a sword word, and told me that I could break this sword to be qualified to go up the mountain."

Speaking of this, Steward Zhao's tone was not full of spirit, but with a sense of loss, Luo Qian couldn't help but guess what he had experienced under the Sleepy God Peak, but he didn't dare to interrupt at will.

Steward Zhao sighed again and said: "I sat hard under the Sleepy God Peak for three days, and I couldn't break the sword intent in the words, and finally I could only return to Dayong in a gloomy way. ”

After that, he took out a salallow piece of paper from his arms and slowly handed it to Luo Qian, the back of the paper didn't know how many times it had been rubbed in Steward Zhao's hand, and it was already mottled.

Luo Qian opened the old sallow paper, and a crooked sword word jumped on the paper, and his brows furrowed at a glance, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart, "Heavenly Book Divine Text!" ”

The sword words were written crookedly, and there was no regularity between the lines and strokes, and a huge sword intent jumped on the paper between the concentrating eyes, and the eyes of the person who took it directly were stinging, and his heart was also shocked. Luo Qian didn't dare to look at it more, so he closed the old paper. However, in his heart, he was very suspicious, this sword character was clearly a combination of the heavenly script and the mortal script.

The Heavenly Book Divine Script is extraordinary, and every word has great power in it, no wonder it can have such a colossal sword intent. However, Luo Xuan said that the Heavenly Book Divine Script is a common text in the fairy world, how can it be spread to the mortal world, could it be that the Xiling Sword God True Sword Immortal cannot be reincarnated. In other words, in addition to the Xuannu lineage in the mortal world, there are other immortal inheritances.

Luo Qian was suspicious in his heart, and only heard that Steward Zhao was lonely and said: "I returned to Dayong in a hurry, and I tried it repeatedly but I couldn't break the sword intent, I knew that there were people outside the sky, and my frivolity was just a joke in the eyes of others." ”

Luo Qian secretly said in his heart: "The Heavenly Book Divine Text is extraordinary, and the Xiling Sword God has a sword intent integrated into this word, which is definitely not something that ordinary people can crack." ”

The tone of the caretaker was still sad: "In frustration, I decided to come to the Shura Gate, and wanted to use the library to accumulate and hone my martial arts for a hundred years, and read all the martial arts classics in the world in ten years, but I was never able to make an inch." In desperation, I couldn't bear to have no successor to my martial arts, so I started to write a book and talk about it. I have been working hard for ten years according to the sword intent of this word, and finally created a thousand-character sword dictionary. ”

Knowing now, Luo Qian knew that the original thousand-character sword dictionary was created by Steward Zhao. I secretly pondered in my heart, and the words in the thousand-character sword dictionary were indeed a little similar to the Heavenly Book Divine Script.

Steward Zhao can find the way of the sword from the words, and he is already a genius in the world, but such a genius has been trapped by a divine sword word for most of his life, Luo Qian really doesn't know whether it should be sad or ridiculous.

Luo Qian really wanted to tell Steward Zhao that he and the Xiling Sword God were not at the same level at all, in the eyes of the Xiling Sword God, mortals were just ants, but he had no strength now, and the things of immortals still needed to be top secret. Besides, he is just an ant, so what right do he have to pity others. It's just that Steward Zhao's heart to martial arts is really admirable.

After Steward Zhao finished talking about his life experience, he seemed to have finally let go of his thoughts, and lay in the rattan chair looking at the sky, Luo Qian asked tentatively: "I don't know where the steward wants to go?" ”

Steward Zhao smiled lightly, as if he was laughing at himself: "I thought it was this sword word that trapped me, until I fought against you for half a year, and I was deeply affected by your repeated defeats and battles." After reflecting on myself, I realized that what trapped me was fear, and if I was afraid, it would be difficult for the martial arts to advance, and it would be meaningless to stay here. After 30 years away from home, when I returned, my sideburns were declining, so it was better to go home to recuperate. ”

Pointing to the old paper in Luo Qian's hand: "One day, if you are successful in swordsmanship, you will meet the master of this word for me." Then he got up and went down the mountain.

Luo Qian looked at the back of Steward Zhao, and felt quite uncomfortable. Steward Zhao pursued the way of the sword alone, but in the end it ended in a bleak end, which was embarrassing. He asked in a loud voice: "If you dare to ask the name of the steward, the disciple should keep it in mind!" ”

"Up and down!" A fluttering sentence came into my ears.

Luo Qian kept the name Zhao Chengying in his heart, and took the sword as his name, no wonder he was so obsessed with swordsmanship. Thinking in his heart, Luo Qian tried to deduce it with the pattern of Luoshu, Qinglong returned to his head, and Zhao should be safe and sound. Qinglong is a nobleman, surnamed Zhao, and can freely enter and exit the Shura Gate, could it be that Steward Zhao was born in the Dayong royal family? It was no longer visible in the night, and I am afraid it would become a mystery.

In the quiet room, Luo Qian sat cross-legged, his heart facing the sky, and between his snorts, there was a trace of Xuanqing, and the Xuanqing Qi seemed to be slowly absorbed into his body with the breath. Eight or nine Xuangong repeatedly ran in the body for three months, and finally picked up a trace of heaven and earth aura, Luo Qian did not dare to be careless, and carefully put this trace of heaven and earth aura into the dantian.

The true qi that was originally cultivated by sleeping in the dantian seemed to be extremely frightened when he saw this trace of heaven and earth aura, and he rolled in the dantian, and Luo Qian's dantian immediately became extremely hot. As soon as a trace of heaven and earth aura entered the dantian, it occupied the middle position like a king, and the original true qi could only escape in all directions in the meridians.

Luo Qian didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly ran the sleeping gong to reintroduce the true qi into the dantian, and urged the eight or nine Xuangong to guide the heaven and earth aura to merge with his own true qi. Under the urging of the Eight or Nine Xuangong, the aura of heaven and earth reluctantly accepted the true qi to return to the dantian, and the true qi slowly wrapped the aura of heaven and earth in the middle as if surrendering, and the two finally calmed down.

Luo Qian wiped the sweat from his forehead, Fang Cai's situation was really a little scary, his true qi that he had cultivated for many years with Chen Tuo's sleep skill was almost destroyed by the aura of heaven and earth.

Eighty-nine Xuangong is the practice taught by the Nine Heavens Xuannu in the cave, the maximum number of Yin is eight, the maximum number of Yang is nine, and the multiplication of eight and nine is the extreme of the number, and the number of the nine palace gossip of Luo Shu coincides.

There are eight floors in the eighty-nine Xuangong, each floor has a different usage, and each floor has a nine-story building, and each floor of the seventy-two building is one point more powerful. The first layer is the method of collecting spirits, which can collect the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to refine itself, and condense the dantian for its own use.

Luo Qian practiced eight or nine Xuangong in the quiet room for three months, and finally picked up a trace of heaven and earth aura, which shows that what Luo Xuan said is true, the heaven and earth aura in this world is extremely thin, and it is no longer suitable for Xuangong cultivation. Harvesting the aura of heaven and earth can be regarded as entering the first floor of the eight or nine Xuangong, but at such a speed, I don't know what year and month it can fill the dantian, no wonder the immortal Dao inheritance has turned to martial arts.

Under the cold pool of Shura, a long sword flew in the undercurrent of the water, and Luo Qian's figure shuttled through the undercurrent without any hindrance, like a swimming dragon. The sword qi in the shape of the body rushed out of the Dao Dao waves in the water, and the deep water of the cold pool was also stirred up with bursts of splashes.

I have been practicing underwater for more than a year, fighting against the undercurrent of the cold pool every day, bearing huge water pressure, and finally glimpsing a slight change in potential. The true qi in the body has been refined by the heaven and earth aura condensed by the eight or nine Xuangong, forming a trace of true yuan circulating within the dantian. Using the true yuan to control the swordsmanship, the power is far above the true qi. After a year's hard work, the swordsmanship and the eight or nine Xuangong have been refined, and the cultivation of Chen Kuan's sleeping skill has not stopped, Luo Qian faintly feels that this sleeping skill is extremely mysterious, and if he continues to practice, he may be able to have unexpected gains.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A bell rang from the Shura Mountain, and the final competition of the Shura Trial was finally about to begin. Since cultivating the Eighty-Nine Xuangong, Luo Qian obviously felt that his five senses were much more sensitive than before, and he could also hear the sound of the bell in the deep water of the cold pool.

A wave of water suddenly exploded on the surface of the water of Shura's Hantan, and Luo Qian rose with a sword in the middle of the water wave. A sword fell, the sword qi was like a rainbow, the pool water was divided into two halves, and the sediment at the bottom of the pool was faintly visible. The splash fell back to the ground, like a pouring rain, and the fish and shrimp fell on the shore for fear of hitting their bodies.

Luo Qian picked up the clothes on the ground, the corners of his mouth formed an arc, he was very satisfied with the power of this sword, quickly put on his clothes, and flew towards the meeting place between ups and downs, with some faint expectations in his heart.