The night is already deep.

In the darkness, a mist dispersed, enveloping the entire Cloud City, and from a distance, a little spark flickered, as if it set off this place as a heavenly kingdom above the clouds.

And in this fog, some people walked step by step on the street that used to be prosperous.

She walked out of the market, walked into Tea Tree Lane, walked to the end of the road, entered the private school, and entered the main hall.

Here, the old master seemed to have been waiting for a long time, and he was still sleeping on the chaise longue, his eyes seemed to be closed, and his snoring seemed to be absent.

It wasn't until the figure arrived that he spoke: "Coming?" ”

A soft and cold female voice sounded, with a little suppressed wave: "I've kept you waiting." ”

Inside the house, the light of the candle slowly faded, reflecting the face of the person who came out, it was actually the Four Seasons Sword Venerable Shen Jinxiu.

One is the Palace Master of the Four Seasons Palace, one of the most powerful people in the entire Galaxy Sword Sect, and there are several sword cultivators in the world.

One was an old master, a mortal who was dying, and it was hard to imagine that they would meet on this night.

It's just that the two people in it don't feel that there is anything wrong with it.

The old master spoke again: "This time, you have done a good job, sword cultivation should have the appearance of sword cultivation, and it is better to take it in the straight than to ask for it in the song."

Moreover, if you make such a fuss, it is estimated that some old immortals will have to mumble in their hearts. ”

The female sword cultivator's eyes shrank suddenly: "So, there is still their shadow behind this after all?"

In other words, during the time we left, someone still came to the Galaxy Sword Sect? ”

The old master sighed: "What do you think?

They are like shadows in the sun, as long as there is the sun, they are indispensable. ”

The female sword cultivator was very puzzled: "But what do they want to do?" ”

"Who knows? They never preached their ideas.

It's just that some people speculate that they want to break through this day, want to break the shackles of this heavenly way, and want to break through the ultimate limit.

But their approach is too radical! ”

Speaking of this, the old master shook his head and said, "This time, the land route is really careless.

Mountain Jun, Mountain Jun, Mountain Jun who has been spanning thousands of years, hehe, it is really sad and lamentable! ”

It can be clearly seen that there is an indescribable end in the old master's eyes, which may be emotionally touching Shanjun, or it may be emotionally something.

The female sword venerable was a little uncomfortable, she changed the topic and said: "It's still that we are too unsuccessful, otherwise, you don't have to work too hard!" ”

The old master smiled and said, "You guys are already very good, that step is not so easy after all, especially sword cultivation." ”

Speaking of this, the old master also got rid of the emotional influence of sadness, and asked, "I heard that the little guy from outside wants to enter the Tibetan Dharma Building?" ”

"Yes!"

The female sword venerable nodded, and also expressed her worries: "That little guy, it's really a pity, I have never seen anyone who can directly see the spirit of heaven and earth, and can manipulate it directly, it's unbelievable to say it."

But there was a limit, and all his struggles were in vain! ”

"In vain?"

The old master smiled: "A thousand years ago, during the summer of the Great Xuan Dynasty, our immortal cultivators never thought that they could defeat that group of martial artists, and it was really terrifying to have that martial immortal who condensed into a law body, but what in the end?

Our immortal path climbing has always been from scratch, from small to large, from weak to strong.

Miracles, after all, are created by people, not by birth. ”

"You mean let him try?"

The female Jianzun still had some doubts: "But I always feel that his appearance is too coincidental, and I am afraid that he is ......."

Before the female Jianzun finished speaking, the old master smiled: "Are you afraid that he is the secret son of those people?" ”

"I haven't been able to find out the specific origin of that kid, but it can never be the secret son of those people."

The old master was very determined, but as soon as the conversation changed, he said softly: "What's more, what if it's a shadow?" The human heart is the most elusive. ”

"Since you've said so, I'll arrange it?"

"Just do what you have to do, it's an idle move."

"That's good!"

After the matter was discussed, the female sword honored her body and saluted, and before leaving, she couldn't help but say, "You, you still have to pay attention to your body!" ”

"It's okay, you can still last a few years, you guys, grow up quickly."

……

Four Seasons Sword Venerable Shen Jinxiu left, just like when she came, the figure disappeared into the fog, and the old master was still sitting in the same place, from beginning to end, he never got up.

It's just that when the female sword venerable left, his originally clear demeanor became more and more sluggish.

On the chaise longue, his gaze was blurred and distracted, as if he remembered someone or something from a long time ago.

After a full cup of tea, he suddenly sat up, although he was still old and swaying, but he stood up very resolutely, walked into the depths of the private school, and came to a study.

The study room is large, except for the entrance and exit doors, the four sides against the wall are large bookshelves with seven floors of books, which are filled with all kinds of books.

There is still a faint fragrance in the study, I don't know where it started, and I don't know where it fell, but this is obviously an extremely clever means of antiseptic and insect prevention.

Even if some books seem to have gone through many years, and the pages are yellowed and dry, they will still last here.

It's just that the old master is old after all, and he doesn't have much energy to take care of them one by one, and some places are placed randomly.

The old master rummaged through the pile of books for a long time, and finally found a thick book.

The cover of the book is made of rare mahogany, which looks thick and dark red, and there is no handwriting on the cover, as if it is empty.

After the old master found the book, he began to walk out, still in the main hall, still on the chaise longue, he groped for the book in his hand, seemed to be a little reluctant, but his eyes looked at the ceiling.

What was reflected in his cloudy pupils was not the reflection of the ceiling, but he had crossed an unknown number of distances and obstacles, and saw someone under the oil lamp, looking at the book in his hand and writing hard.

From time to time, he stopped his pen and frowned, revealing a thoughtful look.

From time to time, he looked up and stared, and with a wave of his hand, a light lit up, deducing all kinds of changes.

The old master smiled: "He is a diligent person, even if the wind rises, he will not give up in life, hehe, this is very good."

Ning madman, look, is this person very similar to you? ”

In the end, the old master's eyes had fallen on the mahogany secret book in his hand, and the old man's palm groped, as if he saw a high-spirited person again: "The same talent, the same heart is hindered, the same never give up, the same day does not leave the year."

You are so much alike, like when I see him, it's as if I see you.

So be it, pass your inheritance to him, maybe you can wish him a hand, or maybe you can complete the miracle that you failed to complete back then. ”

As he spoke, the old master suddenly recognized the book in his hand, the movement was not big, the speed was not fast, the book was just thrown out a short distance, and it was almost on the ground.

But after waiting for a long time, the sound of landing did not come.

Looking at it again, there seemed to be a strange space distortion in the void, and the books had disappeared when they fell into the distortion.

In the corner of the Tibetan Dharma Building, on the first floor, where an unknown amount of dust had accumulated, a strange distortion appeared, and a book fell from it, smashing into the pile of books with a bang.

Strangely, the books at this time became very large and thick, as if they were carved out of dark red rock, and they were a meter long and wide.

When it first appeared, it was still abrupt, like standing out from the crowd.

But gradually, it seems to blend into the surrounding environment, which is very ordinary.

It was only then that a bald young man came over holding a shining pearl of the night.

He was obviously disturbed by the noise, but he went back and forth many times, and was stunned to find nothing.

In the end, he had to scratch his bald head and leave hesitantly.

……

During the time of waiting, Mo Chengjun was not idle, he began the cultivation of mixed vitality, and opened up the upper dantian, condensing his first wisp of mana.

Whether it is a martial arts practice or an immortal path, at the beginning, you have to induce qi into the body, and the easiest way to induce qi into the body is actually to breathe.

Yes, the most ordinary breathing.

In other words, even mortals will swallow the spiritual power of heaven and earth every day, but they will not use it, and immortal cultivators and martial artists have found the right way to use it.

Heaven and earth are full of spiritual power between heaven and earth, almost everywhere, but some places are rich, and some places are much thinner.

And Cloud City, no matter what, is also the periphery of the Galaxy Sword Sect, and there is no doubt about its spiritual concentration.

As for Mo Chengjun's talent, his perception is even sharper.

After mastering the correct method and working hard to adjust the rhythm of his breathing, he quickly sensed the spirit that had entered his body.

In his observation, this is like any other gas in the air, passing through the mouth and nose and entering the lungs as he breathes.

If you are a mortal, this spiritual mechanism is like carbon dioxide, which is expelled after a circle in the body, and you can't feel it.

But if you are a practitioner, you can sense this spiritual mechanism and join the body's circulation like oxygen.

It can also be driven by thoughts, according to a specific route, in the complex tendon and vein diagram, until a certain moment, when it is incorporated into the upper dantian, the mana is formed.

In the theory of this world, the meridians and points are all unblocked, and those that are not unblocked are dead, but unobstructed does not mean that it is easy for the spiritual machine to form a cycle.

This is not only extremely energy-consuming, but also requires enough concentration, otherwise the cycle cannot be completed, and the spiritual machine will still be a spiritual machine, and it will not be transformed into mana, but will only be dispersed.

Moreover, even if the spiritual energy cycle is completed, it depends on how much spiritual energy can be converted into mana, which is also exquisite, and it also involves another professional term - the body's stickiness to spiritual energy.

It is also called the leakage phenomenon of the mind.

This is also an extremely important part of the innate root bone detection.

If the viscosity is high, the natural cultivation will be fast, and if the viscosity is low, or even large-scale leakage, then the cultivation will naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

Well, there's a lot of expertise involved, and he's notoriously shallow.

So, Mo Chengjun made a decision, he wanted to complete all his courses as an outer disciple, at least to lay a solid foundation for himself.

It's just that before he could take action, there was news from the Four Seasons Sword Venerable Shen Jinxiu - the matter was done.

From today on, Mo Chengjun has become a sprinkler in the Tibetan Law Building.

Yes, not a librarian,

It's the cleaners!