Late at night.

The ink is empty, the moon is clear, and the cicadas are chirping from time to time.

"Got it-got it, got it, got it..."

Xiao Jingtang was lying on the bed, thinking that it would be his first competition in six days, looking back on the day of the unveiling, and sarcastically saying a few words to Cangqing, he really wanted to slap himself in the face at this time.

After all, the opponent is the essence strength of the third stage of the entry, although it is not strong, but in front of him, he is simply a grasshopper making a chicken, and he is beyond his strength.

Thinking back and forth, nervous and unable to sleep peacefully.

If you lose the competition, you will have to wait for another ten years, which also means that you will not have a chance with Qifanzhuang.

"Let's try splitting bamboo again, maybe we can comprehend the essence today?"

In the night, Xiao Jingtang was dressed in green, alone, trotting up the mountain.

In the hot summer, even at night, a sea of bamboo in Lianzhu Mountain still exudes a blazing atmosphere. The breeze blows gently, and countless bamboo leaves whisper, sometimes like waves containing sand, sometimes like waves of the sea, purifying the entire peak in a row.

Standing on the top of Lianzhu Mountain, I took a few breaths of air, and the sweat all over my body released the depression in my heart, which was much more refreshing.

"Quickly give me realization!"

Xiao Jingtang let out a loud shout, and suddenly clenched his fist and hit the thick bamboo.

"Still no, you can't break the bamboo with your bare hands at all, is it not strong enough? One more time. ”

Xiao Jingtang tried several times, although blood oozed from the peaks of his fists, the bamboo only shook slightly, and he couldn't break it, and he suddenly looked lost, his legs bent, and he slowly sat on the ground with his head down.

"It's noisy!" At this time, a rough voice came from nearby, which made Xiao Jingtang, who was depressed, stunned suddenly, and hurriedly stood up and looked around.

Xiao Jingtang often felt that the master of King Kong Temple was like a cloud, and the general demons and ghosts did not dare to approach, and according to the reason of hearing the sound of arguing, such a close distance, it was impossible to detect the existence of this person, and subconsciously felt that this must be a fairy master, so he immediately bowed down and said: "The younger generation thinks that there is no one in the mountain, and I don't know that the master is resting here, if there is any disturbance, please forgive me." ”

As soon as Xiao Jingtang's voice fell, a burst of sword light flashed in front of him, cutting off all the countless bamboos in front of Xiao Jingtang in an instant, and he was not hurt in the slightest.

"There are still such waste people in Kongo Temple? But the character is good.,It's clever and polite.。 "A middle-aged uncle who was seven feet long, with silver hair, was close to his fate, and his unkempt appearance was dangling towards Xiao Jingtang in the dark night.

When Xiao Jingtang saw him, he didn't feel sloppy about his drunken appearance, but felt that this person's spirit was amazing, and his aura was extremely strong, and he was also like a carefree wise man who was tired of red dust and swinging swords.

The middle-aged uncle's back is hung with a black shark skin sheath, sealed with gold and copper, and his left hand holds a sharp sword that is three feet and three inches long, the sword body is cast in black iron, straight and thin, the blade is exposed to a faint cold light, and the hilt of the sword is carved with a sleeping dragon that looks like it is made of gold, lifelike and extremely majestic.

The sword qi that Fang just swung out was like a dragon's roaring frost, which was extremely amazing, and that sword qi, I am afraid that even the Canglong Master would be difficult to dodge easily. In his right hand, he clutches a gourd, filled with fine wine. He walked all the way to Xiao Jingtang, and he didn't leave the wine at the door.

Xiao Jingtang stared at the uncle's left hand holding the sword, and thought to himself, just holding the sword in his left hand, he could swing several sword qi as sharp as a blade at will, how strong is this person.

After thinking about it for a while, I felt that this person must be an immortal.

"I finally avoided a few stinky bald donkeys and came to this broken bamboo mountain, listening to the sound of the bamboo sea, drinking wine, and enjoying the sweet dreams of heaven and earth, but I was disturbed by you." After the middle-aged uncle finished speaking, he stroked the greasy sideburns hanging down on both sides, and drank the wine again.

"Shang, Shangxian, this is Refining Bamboo Mountain, not a broken mountain." Xiao Jingtang swallowed his saliva, and then smiled bitterly.

"I care about your gold and silver mountains, anyway, disturbing me to drink is a broken mountain!" The uncle shook the wine gourd, and there was not much wine left, so he pursed his lips and hung it back on his waist.

"Shangxian this sword is a divine weapon?" Xiao Jingtang saw that he had a slight temper, so he looked at the sword and asked.

"Good eyesight, really clever." The middle-aged uncle raised his eyebrows and praised.

Xiao Jingtang saw that although his angry face had not dissipated, there was already appreciation for himself in his eyes, and after a while, he said slowly: "Can you tell the juniors the good name of this divine soldier?" ”

The middle-aged uncle looked at the divine soldier in his hand, and said with a spirit: "This sword is called Taishang Wuji, the Tao gives birth to one, one life gives birth to two, two gives birth to three, and three gives birth to all things, the yin and yang of heaven and earth are the state of infinity, which is not only endless, but also tens of millions of sword qi." ”

The middle-aged uncle saw that Xiao Jingtang was a little envious, so he drew the sword with his essence, and the tip of the sword pointed to the nearest row of bamboos on the left side of Xiao Jingtang.

The stout and straight bamboo, under its sword, was like tissue paper.

"Good sword!" Xiao Jingtang blurted out.

"Ancient and modern, countless swords, three hundred years ago the owner of the Sword Casting Villa once obtained Pangu Xuantie, cast into this Wuji Sword, known as one of the eight ancient gods, 'drunk and clear dreams to break the ghost door, only I ancient Wuji Sword,' is the best of this sword." The middle-aged uncle felt that he had said a lot, and his mouth was slightly dry, so he relieved his addiction to alcohol, and then said: "In the past, my master was crisscrossing the Ming Han Kingdom, and it was this sword that he wore when he killed demons and ghosts, and now he has passed away, and it has been passed on to me. ”

Xiao Jingtang couldn't help but clapp, with a smile in his eyes, and asked, "With this sword, isn't it invincible?" ”

The middle-aged uncle raised his eyebrows, looked at the young man in front of him full of admiration, and laughed twice, "Seeing that you are a little in love, then I will tell you about my former scenery, I think I was handsome and chic back then!" It's a pity that I can't get the heart of a beauty, and I can't figure out a thing, so I have threatened to become the first in the world, in order to comfort the unwilling, in a few years, I challenged the moon cold in the north, Minghan in the south, and the three masters of Qiangzhou in the west, but there was no defeat. ”

Xiao Jingtang leaned over and picked up the bamboo that had been broken by Fang Cai's sword qi, and saw that the incision was extremely smooth, without a trace of flaw, at this time, he only felt that what the uncle said was not a failure, it must be true, but it was handsome and chic, slightly exaggerated.

Xiao Jingtang looked at the middle-aged uncle with admiration in his eyes, and said, "Eastern Jinyu Heavenly Dynasty, Shangxian has also been there?" ”

The uncle closed his eyes and sighed, shook his head and said, "I've been there, and I've had a battle with that blind man, and in less than ten rounds, I lost, but I didn't have the slightest unwillingness." ”

Xiao Jingtang was stunned for a moment, "That blind man's essence cultivation is not the peak of his creation, and he is even stronger than the immortals when he is blind." ”

The night wind lifted the uncle's dirty clothes, and no one believed it, such a raunchy person was once the second master in the world.

The uncle said to the wind: "There was a major event at that time that distracted me. ”

Xiao Jingtang said angrily: "Since it is a serious matter, that battle is not considered a loss." ”

"You're wrong." The middle-aged uncle looked serious, "If you lose, you lose, how can you make excuses, boy, have you heard of those defeated people, which one will say that he didn't eat enough or didn't sleep well?" ”

Xiao Jingtang smirked, "It's true." ”

"Therefore, cultivating the mind is also a lesson in the cultivation of essence, if you are not as good as others in terms of essence or moves, then your mind is not calm enough, and you will lose!" The middle-aged uncle explained seriously.

Xiao Jingtang saw that his temper had disappeared, so he nodded and said: "The immortal is accompanied by a famous sword, and he has a past that can fight habitually, and the younger generation is envious, so he disturbed your dream, please don't blame." ”

"That's it, just call me senior, Shangxian, I can't afford it!" The middle-aged uncle picked at his cochlea, flicked his thumb skillfully, and immediately glanced at Xiao Jingtang, who was flustered on the side, and continued: "I see that you don't even seem to have energy, since you have met fate, let me see your physique and point at you." ”