The Dark Palace, the Pavilion of the Scriptures.

It was night, Mo Chuan stood beside the heavy bookshelf, holding a lonely codex, and looked at it carefully, a luminous mother stone that he once thought was a chicken rib was quietly suspended in the air, illuminating every inch of land.

This is a gift from Shoushan Shigong, the deeper the night, the brighter the stone.

Mo Chuan always thought it was chicken ribs, and he casually put it in the sacrificial furnace to eat ashes, but unexpectedly, it came in handy today.

——The palace view is important, and after all, I don't dare to raise a candle to watch.

"Whoa—"

The faint sound of flipping books seemed so clear in the secluded scripture pavilion.

This is left by an ancestor of the Stygian Palace eight hundred years ago, although the book has been concocted with a special potion, and there is no moth-eaten appearance, but under the power of the years, the paper is still inevitably worn and fragile, and many ink blots have faded to dispensability.

This is the fundamental reason why Mo Chuan can see things in the dark, but still holds up the luminous mother stone.

"Whew-"

After a long time, Mo Chuan exhaled lightly, closed the codex, and carefully returned it to the bookshelf, his face a little embarrassed.

After a day and a night of reading, he finally realized the hardships of the way to destroy the sword soldiers.

The details he could think of, the ancestors of the Stygian Green Palace had already thought of, but most of them had little effect.

A few successful cases can't find anything in common, if there is, it's the tenacity of the Dao heart.

For example, three hundred years ago, there was a handyman in the Dark Green Palace, who entered the mountain at the age of 20, was literate at the age of 23, and only put on the Taoist veil at the age of 30 and became a Taoist child.

It is the way of the sword and soldier extinction that is almost lost in the Taoist system.

So far, I have been practicing for more than ten years, and one day I suddenly said that the time had come, and after speaking, I pulled out a knife and killed myself, and then reshaped my body and rejuvenated myself.

It's a pity that at this time, the body is still a human womb, and after another forty years, the sword is wiped out again, but the soul is scattered.

At that time, he had already cultivated two armors, and his physical body was also very strong, and his blood and qi were far more abundant than the first autopsy.

After some investigation, it was speculated that it might be related to the loss of divine souls, but it could not be verified, so it could only be recorded and warned future generations.

From this point of view, whether the body is strong or not is really not the decisive factor.

Mo Chuan also read the codex left by this person, the reason why this person suddenly killed himself was only because he heard that he was more than half old, and then his strength declined, so when he was forty years old, he drew his sword and killed himself.

The Codex is written in a very casual and casual manner, in contrast to the solemn apprehension that preceded the second autopsy.

"Speaking of which, it's still the heart of the Dao. It's a pity that although the poor Dao has been enlightened by Master Shenquan, the Dao heart is open, but the method practiced is very complicated, and for this kind of thing, you can't do it with a pure heart, just afraid that one will die. ”

Mo Chuan sighed, stretched out his hand to grab the luminous mother stone, and walked towards the outside of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion.

The luminous motherstone didn't illuminate his pitch-black night after all.

Out of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the bright moon hangs high, and a Taoist boy at the door is looking up at the moon.

Hearing the movement, he hurriedly arched his hand and said: "Lord Mountain God, the Molten Sun Patriarch has been out of the customs, and I respectfully invite you to go to the Sword Staff Pavilion to reminisce about the past." ”

Mo Chuan's spirit was shocked: "Okay, good, please ask the fairy child to lead the way." ”

It was probably the first time that he was called a fairy boy by a master, and Dao Tong looked shy when he heard this, and hurriedly bowed his head and led the way.

Through the corridor and through the alleys, a wisp of night breeze sent bursts of bamboo incense, and then there was the sound of swaying bamboo forests.

When you look up, you will see a large bamboo forest, covering the sheep intestine path.

"Adults will walk down the trail and you'll be there!" Dao Tong stopped outside the bamboo forest.

"I'm tired." Mo Chuan bowed his head and then walked forward.

The bamboo forest is verdant, and the wind rustles with a bit of whispering.

Mo Chuan didn't care, and when he stepped into the depths, the scenery in front of him stunned him.

I saw that in a grass pavilion, the people of the Molten Yang Dao were drinking with a white-haired and white-eyed old Taoist who invited the moon, and the cups and plates were messy on the small stone table.

"Well, fellow Daoists are here, come, take a seat."

When the Sword Staff Pavilion Lord Molten Yang Dao heard the movement, he turned around and saw Mo Chuan, and immediately raised his glass to invite, his expression was already a little drunk.

Mo Chuan bowed his head and walked away, not disgusted by the mess at the table, and sat down cross-legged.

"Come, drink!"

The Molten Yang Dao man handed over the wine glass, filled it with his own hands, and then raised his glass.

"Drink!"

Mo Chuan raised his glass and drank it all.

Opposite the Molten Yang Dao man, the white-haired and white-eyed Dao man was already drunk, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and suddenly patted his thigh and said, "I remember you!" You are...... You are...... Shoushan God! ”

Mo Chuan smiled: "It seems that he is not old and dizzy!" ”

The white-haired Taoist laughed: "Poor Dao is twenty years old, what are the old eyes faint? But Your Excellency, at a young age, only saw my master, but did not see me, is this to see the poor road is hopeless, and you are sluggish? ”

Mo Chuan said: "In this way, the poor Dao is the old man who is dizzy, and he should be punished with three cups!" ”

"Punishment should be punished!"

The white-haired Taoist held up the wine jar and poured wine for Mo Chuan in person.

Mo Chuan also did not refuse, and drank three cups in one go.

He didn't take cultivation as a strength to turn wine, and after three glasses of strong wine, his face suddenly turned red.

"Refreshing!"

The white-haired Daoist praised loudly, and then raised his glass to the Molten Yang Daoist and said, "Disciple Meng Lang, you should punish yourself with a cup." ”

The people of Rongyang Dao waved their hands: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay to bear it for the teacher." ”

"That disciple will be Meng Lang this last time......" the white-haired Taoist said, but suddenly howled and cried: "Master, disciple...... The disciple is unwilling! Unwilling! The disciple entered the Tao at the age of seven, and cultivated the purple yang qi at the age of eight...... How did you expect it to end up like this? ”

Rongyang was speechless, just drank all the worries in the cup, his body swayed, and he was silent.

He has experienced too much in this scene, and there is already a trace of numbness and fatigue in his heart.

The white-haired Daoist cried for a long time, and when his mood gradually stabilized, the Molten Yang Dao man sighed:

"The mountains and forests of Zhongding are all dreams, the world is pampered and humiliated, and they only live their lives in leisure. Qingyuan, the past is not mentioned, today you and I have exhausted the relationship between master and apprentice, and rest assured! Don't lose the face of the Stygian Green Palace again. ”

The white-haired Taoist wiped away his tears when he heard this, shook his head with a wry smile, and then bowed his hand to Mo Chuan and said, "Let the seniors see and laugh." ”

Mo Chuan waved his hand.

Seeing this, the people of Molten Yang Dao patted Qingyuan on the shoulder and got up to leave.

Mo Chuan didn't like the scene of crying and crying, and got up.

Only the white-haired Qingyuan Daoist sat at the stone table, took out a piece of yang bamboo, and looked and stroked it with a complicated face......

This Yangzhu should have been his Yangzhu immortal body, but now it can only be reduced to the soul of his life for a hundred years, how ironic?

"After the Great Dao dies from the heart, this body is wrong in my lifetime, so it doesn't matter!"

Qingyuan said, with a sudden force of his hands, he broke the yang bamboo and divided it into two.

"Click!"

The crisp cracking sound made the Molten Yang Dao people who left the table stiffen, and they suddenly turned around, their faces full of astonishment.

Although Qingyuan is hopeless, the yang bamboo nourished by a body of blood and qi is still similar to its physical body, and the remnant soul can also be stored in it, taking root and living for a hundred years.

Now he has destroyed his natal yang bamboo, and he is waiting to destroy his yin life.

After tonight, he will be completely dead.

Suddenly, in the rustling bamboo forest, countless remnants of souls also emerged, looking at the destroyed bamboo Qingyuan with a shocked face, and the complexity in his heart was beyond words.

"Ants are still stealing life, why should you?" Molten Yang Dao is humane.

"Let the master down, 30,000 days later, but on the same day, boring, boring, too boring." Qingyuan shook his head, and the old face that was still stained with tears calmed down.

"Ahh

Rongyang sighed, said no more, and turned to leave.

Mo Chuan, who was also leaving the table and was about to leave, also moved his steps, but turned back to the grass pavilion.

Reaching out and placing a jade bottle between the cups and plates.

"This is a rejuvenation pill, which can rejuvenate the physical body, sway away dark diseases, return potential, and do not damage cultivation."

(End of chapter)