Wang Lin and Mo Cong cooperated tacitly, thought about it, and quickly won all the herbs back.

Gu Xianyun took a deep breath and raised his eyebrows lightly.

Although she is well-informed, and she also has a lot of the whereabouts of the secret medicine elixir, and the Dao heart is extremely stable after being reforged, but now she has wasted a lot of effort, and she still has a little bit of loss in her heart after losing the card.

But she also touched a little bit of the details of Wang Lin and Mo Cong, saw the characteristics of Mo Cong's swordsmanship, and learned that Wang Lin had a detection method similar to divine sense, or he was simply a divine soul born strong, and he had divine consciousness during the qi training period.

Just as Gu Xianyun was about to leave under an excuse and start to study and think about ways to break the enemy according to the characteristics of the two, Wang Lin happily pushed the herb forward and sent it to her.

"Senior Sister Gu, Senior Nephew Mo got the medicinal materials he wanted, and the remaining herbs are useless in my hands, so please accept them all."

In the past month, Gu Xianyun has contacted Wang Lin many times, but he has not received the answer he wants, and it all ended with Wang Lin's cold face.

Now I don't know what kind of medicine he sells in this gourd, but he actually took the initiative to send herbs to himself.

Gu Xianyun's face became shy, as usual, and she was embarrassed to excuse herself, pretending to be her usual little junior sister in front of Wang Lin.

Wang Lin pushed the medicine into his arms, then poured more than half a catty of wine into his mouth, and said drunkly:

"Senior Sister Gu, you can accept it, just help me repay the kindness of Mo Cong's nephew for sending fruits and vegetables, as a reward, please give me some advice."

Regardless of whether Gu Xianyun agreed or not, he lay down on the ground and fell asleep.

Although Mo Cong had Lu Zijian, a master master in the Yuan Infant Stage, Lu Zijian could only spare one day a month to guide the four people on Lin Xifeng.

He still accumulated a lot of doubts on weekdays, especially in the face of "Blink Sword Technique", a sword technique that no one had ever practiced, he couldn't find someone to communicate.

Now in the face of such a good opportunity, Mo Cong also understood what Uncle Shi meant.

He didn't look down on the other party because of Gu Xianyun's low realm, but attached great importance to this matter, walked up to Gu Xianyun like a scoundrel, bowed down, and asked her for advice.

Gu Xianyun has no choice, she can get a lot of herbs with her mouth, and she can also get a glimpse of Mo Cong's details, why not do it?

By the time Wang Lin woke up again, the sky had already darkened, and an afterglow was shining in front of him.

Mo Cong and Gu Xianyun were already sitting cross-legged, meditating and practicing.

And in his mind, a golden page finally flew out after a long time.

Unlike before, this time it was not a booklet that flew out, but just a thin page.

There are only a few dozen lines written on it, but hundreds of words.

But Wang Lin didn't care about this little and excessive content, and stared at the three big words on the page:

Tai Chi Sword

Before he could finish reading the more than a dozen lines of Tai Chi essence, the content of the page changed abruptly, and the rhetoric was completely changed.

The "Void Spirit Strength" mentioned at the beginning of the previous chapter suddenly became "God is the sword first".

The trick of the three-ring moon described before suddenly became a swallow copying water.

This Tai Chi sword changed back and forth, and Wang Lin stared at the changes thirty times, but he couldn't find the same words.

It's like watching thirty completely different sets of swordsmanship, with very different sword moves and not connecting with each other.

The yin and yang changes in it are subtle and mysterious, just like the many Daomen divine skills placed in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, which are not at all something that Wang Lin can learn and understand at this time.

But with the blessing of the word "music" in his mind, every change in the pages of the book brought Wang Lin a completely different feeling.

In a trance, he had already taken out the wooden stick he usually used to practice swordsmanship from the Scripture Pavilion and ran back to the open space at the back door.

In this time of coming and going, he had forgotten a small half of the thirty sets of swordsmanship.

By the time he held the wooden stick and danced wildly, he had forgotten most of his swordsmanship.

Then he lowered his head and meditated, slowly paced in a circle in the open space, and there were two or three sets of swordsmanship left in his mind, and the golden page engraved with the Taiji Sword no longer changed, and the handwriting and swordsmanship on it all disappeared, leaving only the three words Taiji Sword.

In the end, Wang Lin pondered for a long time, slowly paced half a circle, raised his head, his face was full of joy, and said secretly:

- I forgot all about it now, just like Zhang Wuji in the original book, I completely forgot about it.

Mo Cong didn't know why, but he saw Wang Lin suddenly wake up, and then he went crazy and danced with a wooden stick, like a drunken madman.

But Gu Xianyun, who had cultivated to the Yuanying Realm, saw a few clues.

Knowing that Wang Lin's move is not simple, there is a faint Taoist pure intention and action, and the superb realm of the unity of form and spirit.

She pressed Mo Cong, who wanted to help the drunken little uncle, and waited quietly for Wang Lin to come back to his senses.

When Wang Lin fully comprehended the mystery of the Tai Chi Sword, the whole person reached the original intention of Tai Chi that seemed to be loose but not loose, and would not be undeveloped, and the strength would continue to be determined.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes did not show brilliance, but there was a faint layer of warmth and crystalline.

The three words of Tai Chi Sword on the gold page also completely dissipated.

The golden light faded, leaving only a blank piece of paper in his mind, proving that the Tai Chi Sword had appeared in his mind.

Casually pulled a satisfactory sword flower arc, and after trying his hand, Wang Lin found with a little regret that this was just the Taiji sword in the Heaven and Dragon Slayer.

This Tai Chi sword intent, entering the Tao with martial arts, has indeed touched the real threshold of cultivating the Tao and becoming an immortal.

But that's about it.

and the word Tai Chi in the world of cultivating immortals, although they come from the same source, but the power and mystery are very different.

One is in the seed wall formed by the martial arts world, which has just broken through the buds and is born, and suddenly comes into contact with the real vast world.

One is a giant thing that has been deduced to the extreme in the vast world, like a sacred tree and a tree.

As a sword intent, although the personality and intent of this Taiji Sword are high, it still needs to grow, and there is huge room for development.

Today's Wang Lin doesn't have the ability to deduce further, so he can only use this Tai Chi sword intent as a passive skill to assist himself in sword play, avoiding his usual sword practice.

After retracting the wooden stick in his hand, Mo Cong and Gu Xianyun stepped forward to congratulate him on his enlightenment.

The relationship between the two seems to have eased a lot, Mo Cong has gained a lot from Gu Xianyun, and he is no longer as rusty as before.

Wang Lin deliberately chose to leave Gu Xianyun to collect wool pumping exercises when Mo Cong was there, so that Mo Cong could help him watch it, so as not to suffer from the conspiracy of this demon girl.

Now judging from Mo Cong's reaction to her, during the time he was asleep, this Senior Sister Gu should not have made any unclean small movements.

The two congratulated Wang Lin on his understanding, and after refining his swordsmanship, they left separately.

Wang Lin took the big bag of fruits and vegetables, went up to the second floor of the Scripture Pavilion, and went back to the room to rest.

But as soon as he went upstairs, he saw the door of the Zangjing Elder's room wide open.

The elder bowed his head at him, threw a gleaning, dazzling sheet, and closed the door.

Wang Lin took it and found that it was a letter.

With the strength of his body now, holding it in his hand feels heavy.

The letter was so strange that the envelope was glowing with gold, and it was a very thin cover made of gold.