After eating, Aunt Wang led Chen Qingshan and the three of them upstairs, and Dao Thirteen cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks on the table alone, but his eyes did not leave Chen Qingshan and the three of them, and he wanted to say something, but he wanted to stop talking.

In the end, Dao 13 shook his head, chuckled, and sorted out the dishes and chopsticks into the kitchen.

"If there's anything you need to tell me, I'll go down first if it's okay." Aunt Wang is very enthusiastic, just like an ordinary peasant woman, giving people a sense of simplicity.

Seeing Aunt Wang go downstairs, Chen Qingshan and Chang Xin entered Sanzang's room and closed the door.

Sanzang took out the thousand machine box given by the raccoon, and I have to say that the appearance of the thousand machine box is very good, it is a purple octahedron, corresponding to Qian, Kun, Li, Kan, Dui, Zhen, Xun, Gen Bagua, and the gold wire is embedded in the junction of each side.

The overall gives people a sense of simplicity and luxury.

The opening method of the thousand machine box is very simple, as long as you cross into the aura, the gossip on the box is linked, and the thousand machine box will be opened.

"Sanzang, open it and take a look, what's inside?" Chang Xin said to Sanzang.

Sanzang nodded, stretched out his hand, and began to cross the aura into the thousand machine box, and three horizontal lines of equal length appeared from the surface of the thousand machine box, glowing with a faint white light, which corresponded to the Qiangua.

With the passage of Sanzang's aura, other gossip also slowly emerged from the box.

"Alright." Sanzang lowered his hand.

I saw a complete gossip appear, holding the thousand boxes into the air.

Chen Qingshan and the three of them raised their heads and stared intently at the thousand machine boxes that were about to be opened.

There was a sound of a machine turning.

With a "snap", the thousand machine box fell to the ground, and then a feather appeared in front of the three of them.

"What is this, a feather?" Sanzang reached out to hold it, but found that the feather was no different except that it was more colorful than usual.

Even if the spiritual power is transferred to it, there is no change, and then the three of them studied it for a long time, and the fire boiled the blister, and the feather did not react.

"A feather, waste?" Changxin is a little difficult to accept.

Sanzang put away the feather with his backhand, just as a souvenir, and comforted: "It's better than the night pot of the prince of the Wang family." ”

Chang Xin could only spread his hands and agree.

Chang Xin naturally knows that there are some things that cannot be forced, especially those related to luck.

The three of them chatted for a while, and then Chen Qingshan returned to his room.

After returning to the house, Chen Qingshan did not rest, but took out the half of the sword book given by the monk, today's black-clothed old man made Chen Qingshan feel a little pressure, even this little Confucian cultivator of the Three Realms is not an opponent, not to mention the mountain monarch, and even the pavilion elders from the Heavenly Council in Chang'an, such an existence.

After seeing such a strong man, Chen Qingshan was full of desire to improve his strength, and he Chen Qingshan wanted to stand on the highest place and see this vast number of sentient beings.

Whether it is going to Wuguanshan in Zhennanguan or Chen Qingshan in Chang'an, they all have the will to be the first class in the world.

Retracting his thoughts, Chen Qingshan stroked the three words "Crazy Sword Xing" on the cover with his hand, the iron painting silver hook was vigorous and powerful, and there was even a faint sword intent attached to it, so that the two sword flowers at Chen Qingshan's dantian faintly had a tendency to accelerate and rotate.

As the Chang'an sword leader of the year, the sword style of the monk can naturally enter the world's first-class, that is, throughout the ancient and modern, it can also be ranked first, this world, out of the true Buddha, out of the Confucian saint, out of the Taoist Zun, out of the martial god, is the only lack of a true sword immortal who kills the world.

Half of "Crazy Sword Xing", there is the spirit of Chang'an that Chen is crazy, and there are also the four big empty monks. Chen Qingshan understands that this half of the sword spectrum not only has a sword style, but also a sword genius for most of his life.

With reverence, Chen Qingshan opened the sword book, and unconsciously immersed himself in it, and the two sword flowers in the dantian turned rapidly, faintly having a third sword flower.

After the third sword flower is formed, Chen Qingshan can comprehend the sword qi again, and he can enter the second realm of sword cultivation, the sword qi realm.

Unconsciously, by the time Chen Qingshan finished flipping through half of the sword book, it was already night.

Half of the sword book, only two types of sword moves. One is after the spring, and the other is beheaded.

After the spring water, the sword style should be used to achieve the sword qi like water, endless, when the first entry path, the sword qi is like water, and when Chen Qingshan's kendo cultivation is improved, the sword qi can grow into a big river, and it is a dragon for Jiao.

This spring water is not only a sword style, but also a method to guide Chen Qingshan on how to condense sword qi.

Chopping Futu, the essence of this sword style lies in the word "town", a sword out, if the glory of the sky, the town kills all things. At the end of this sword, the power of the Heavenly Dao can be borrowed in the dark.

Chen Qingshan didn't know what was written in the second half of "Crazy Sword Xing", but he knew that after spring, the water and the slashing of the floating slaughter were the foundation of the strongest sword in Fan.

After spring, the water and the floating slaughter, the two are fused, and it is a sword that can kill the mighty: Mingyue West Building. This sword is close to the Eight Realms.

Of course, Chen Qingshan is still too far away from thinking about these now, not to mention the Yuexi Building, it is the first sword style spring queen water, Chen Qingshan has not even started, he can only silently condense the sword qi.

Chen Qingshan looked at the ten thousand swords, whether it was from its shape or its god, Chen Qingshan was extremely familiar with the sword, coupled with Chen Qingshan's already good kendo talent, condensing the sword qi, it was not difficult for Chen Qingshan, it just took some time.

Three hours later, it was late at night, and Chen Qingshan, who was sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

"It's finished."

As Chen Qingshan's words fell, a wisp of sword qi appeared on Chen Qingshan's fingertips, and the sword qi was only the thickness of a hair, but under Chen Qingshan's control, it swam around Chen Qingshan's fingertips like a spirit snake, very flexible.

This trace of sword qi is very weak, and it is almost impossible to kill the enemy, but this trace of sword qi is the source of more sword qi, which means that after that, Chen Qingshan's condensation of sword qi will only become easier and easier, until the amount of sword qi is enough, Chen Qingshan can practice the first sword style in "Crazy Sword Xing", Spring Queen's Water.

No one saw that a piece of the full moon hanging high in the sky was missing, and countless black qi flowed out from under the mountain peaks in the distance, and then slowly condensed under the moon, slowly forming a pair of black smoke wings.

The wings of the smoke trembled slightly, as if they were about to wake up.

With a silent roar, the wrapped black wings instantly spread out under the moon, revealing its long body, and its snake-like head looked at the moon, as if worshipping, and then shook its wings, submerged into the sky, and turned into black smoke again.

The black smoke forms a waterfall, hanging next to the moon hanging high above the moon, and slowly disappearing below the mountain peak.

On the side of the mountain, there is a little spark, that is the light of the torch, as if someone is walking, silent and orderly, looking from a distance, like a team of ants holding fire, it is the Chaos God Sect, a secret association of the Tang Dynasty.