The man in the battle robe saw that the Qingjun Taoist was only reclining, and did not answer, as if he was asleep, although he came after receiving the order of the master, but with the means of the master and the two uncles, he came here, he did not need to speak, but he moved the idea of coming to visit, and as soon as he moved, he would be known by the uncle.

If you don't sleep, you don't want to meet your ears.

Fu remembered the instructions of the master before the retreat.

said that he suddenly came to visit, and Uncle Shangqing was afraid that he was not very happy at the moment.

It should be a little time to [close your eyes and fall asleep].

At that time, he asked Shizun how he should respond.

Yuqing Yuan Shi Great Tianzun only smiled at that time and replied:

"Let him go, and wait for him."

So this man who was also very majestic in the heavenly court just stood here safely, and did not make a sound, let alone sit down in front of his uncle, but when he glanced over this place, he saw that on the side of his uncle's Taiji diagram, there was also a futon, which seemed to be prepared for someone, but he was slightly surprised.

Could it be that on weekdays, who still comes to chat and drink tea with Uncle Shi?

I have the qualifications to sit in front of the Shangqing Lingbao Great Heavenly Venerable.

I don't know who it is?

Or which of the predecessors of the cultivators? Or is it an uncle's personal friend?

Although he was curious, he didn't check it, he just collected his mind and waited for the Dao Jun in front of him to wake up from a light sleep.

……………………

What Qi Wufu saw in front of him, the spiritual rhyme of countless words gathered together to form a real man, subconsciously analyzed in his mind, and the black-clothed Taoist man dressed in black, who seemed to be real and illusory, glanced at him and asked casually: "What is the little Taoist thinking?" ”

The young Daoist replied, "Dao Jun's previous words contain his own divine will. ”

"It can make the human spirit who sees the words reflect the appearance of the Great Dao Jun."

The black-clothed Taoist bowed his head indifferently and said, "That's so." ”

It's so perceptive, but it's also ordinary.

Just tell what you know.

In fact, it was because this young Taoist understood the content of the words on this scroll, and he really had his own understanding, which inspired the back hand on this scroll, and he appeared.

I hope it's not too boring.

Then the young Taoist thought for a while, and said: "Adding the previous simple words was to outline the scroll with a pen, but this time it is like a pen in the void, no longer flat like the scroll, but like three-dimensional, ah, is that so?" This time, it is not directly written into every word. ”

"Rather, different words carry different parts of the spirit and will."

"When combined, it is like a distraction, a doppelganger, can it walk between heaven and earth like a real person?"

The movements of the black-clothed Taoist paused.

Eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Oh? It's kind of interesting.

Qi Wufu's voice paused slightly, and he was thoughtful in his heart.

That's the case.

If you write an article based on the cloud seal in this way, wouldn't you be able to use the charm in it to show many unpredictable means?

In that case, the pen will have a dragon circling, and the pen will show a steaming cloud dream.

Everything in the world, as long as you have seen it, you can resort to the pen, and then make it reproduce?

Well...... This scroll says that the sword is only one end of the Great Dao, and there are three thousand Great Dao in the world.

Is it okay to do it with a sword?

Such a voice is nothing but the language of the ego spirit.

But in the ears of the black-clothed Dao people, it is easy to hear clearly.

The Daoist almost showed surprise on his face.

Perception is like this.

Ha!

Safely, too!

Such an understanding should not be inferior to the Taishang lineage.

Even more than those disciples accepted by Yuqing, the people of Yuqing are all brainless, there is no problem with a serious practice, perseverance is extraordinary, and the understanding is also strong, but they are not very flexible, only specialize in the avenue, follow the teachings of Yuqing, without the slightest doubt, and rarely have such a talent to draw inferences.

Seems interesting.

The black-clothed Taoist bowed slightly.

Then sit down calmly.

did not give the young Taoist room to speak, his eyes were deep and unchanged, his tone was calm, and he said lightly:

"I am only a divided body of a thought, relying only on words, not on things that last forever."

"It's not a real body, it's not an ontology."

"No need to be polite, no need to say more."

"Today, there is no difference in status and identity, only the Tao and the sword."

The young Taoist immediately realized, but he just held the sword upside down, pressed the tip of the sword against the ground, and bowed slightly with his hands.

"Poor Dao is not confused, I have seen Dao Jun."

Seeing that the latter understood what he meant, the black-clothed Taoist bowed his head slightly and said, "Good." ”

"Sit down."

The black-clothed Taoist let the young Taoist sit in front of him, the dust in his hand was like a sword, just a sweep, he had already opened his mouth to tell, the sound was in his ears, and his subtlety was only felt in his heart, but it was difficult to resort to words, only I know that you know, it is difficult to say three or two points with others, Qi Wufu only listened quietly, but gradually entered the things that the black-clothed Taoist said.

It's not supernatural powers, and it's hard to even say it's practice.

It's just a simple discussion, and it doesn't involve any cultivation or sword immortal law decisions.

It's not so much about the Tao.

It's not as much a casual conversation.

Talking about everything in heaven and earth, talking about what we have experienced, talking about many things we have seen.

There are stars, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, all living beings, and red dust.

Just occasionally mentioning the part related to swordsmanship, it has already summarized everything that has been talked about before, such as the game of great powers, and the previous idle chess is the killer move of the later time.

The young Taoist has no heart and no self, and he is suddenly drunk.

Suddenly, the black-clothed Taoist stopped to speak, and just said, "You listen to me, and I should also see your quality." ”

"There is a back and forth, and the way is the way."

"Otherwise, isn't this seat teaching the Dharma?"

"It's not right, it's not right."

"Let me see your swordsmanship."

When the young Taoist got up, he was about to lift the thief-killing sword.

The black-clothed Daoist didn't see how to move, and the thief-killing sword naturally appeared in front of him.

The black-clothed Dao Jun's eyes drooped slightly, and he saw the number of ways to quench the red dust as a treasure on the sword body, and although the technique was crude and the skills were almost none, the style of refining the red dust was more pure and pure than those cultivators who were proficient in the spirit treasure method and claimed to be the great sect of refining, raised his eyes slightly, and commented: "Although the technique is crude, it is not worth mentioning. ”

"But there's something interesting overall."

"It's not those fools, who have spent countless treasures of heaven and earth, and what they have refined is just finely carved and carved rotten wood."

"Take it and temper it yourself."

The thief sword was lightly struck three times by the black-clothed Great Dao Jun.

Then the sleeve robe was swept away, and it returned to the scabbard.

It was like a migratory bird returning to the forest, and the speed was even several times faster than when Qi Wufu was the imperial envoy, almost turning into a streamer.

Then he said: "It's not proper, although this sword was refined by yourself, it is too immature." ”

"Like a young bird breaking its shell, although he can hope for the future, he can't be asked to soar for nine days."

"Killing, but also, acting, almost meaningless."

The black-clothed Taoist said lightly: "This square city, this sword can still be used." ”

His fingers tapped the void slightly.

Qi Wufu could hear a long sword roar, and the sword that hung on the Lu Zu Tower of Lianyang Guan roared violently.

Then it directly turned into a sword light.

Flying out of the scabbard, it seems to have a very strong spirituality, and the sword qi is so strong that it is about to go straight to the bullfight.

I want to vent some sword qi that has been pent up for hundreds of years.

But in the end, he was honest, restrained all the sword qi and murderous energy, turned into a wisp of sword light, and flew in directly from the window.

The doors and windows are closed and the sword qi is like frost, breaking the window and entering, the window is not damaged in the slightest, it is the thing of the sword fairy.

Then in front of the young Taoist, he slowly returned to his original appearance.

It is a sharp sword, with the engraved text on it [Hold this sword in the world, the killing is too heavy, it is difficult to restrain yourself, hurt yourself several times, backlash to me, abandon it, stay in the Dharma vein, one of them to suppress it, refining yang in the name, so that the yang to the strong qi to consume the cold killing machine - Lu Chunyang], the black-clothed Daojun seemed to sneer, and then swept his robe, and said lightly:

"You can dance with this sword for the time being, and this seat will see how many means you have."

This immortal sword suspended in the air slowly flew in front of Qi Wufu.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand and grasped the sword.

This bite was abandoned by Lu Chunyang because of [killing too much, several times backlashing against himself], and it was sealed here for hundreds of years, causing the increasingly ferocious sword to roar, and it was about to make the sky tremble, and the entire Yang Refining Temple seemed to be shrouded in this majestic and terrifying killing machine, and this cold killing machine was still spreading wildly like the evil dragon and demon tiger that was about to be released after hundreds of years of hunger.

Looking at this trend, it seems that he wants to directly envelop the entire Zhongzhou capital city in one breath in this sword qi killing machine.

The sword roared like a tiger's roar, bursting into the sky and the earth, as if it wanted to open its fangs and directly tear everything to pieces.

The will conveyed by a wisp of words from the black-clothed Taoist lowered his eyes lightly.

"Huh?"

The sword fell silent for a moment.

He stood still in the void for a moment.

The hilt of the sword lightly rubbed against Qi Wufu's palm.

The blade still roared slightly.

But it is no longer poignant and domineering, no longer crazy, full of killing, and even trying to kill Lu Chunyang.

Rather, it is low and subtle, and slightly long.

The young Taoist held the sword, and the air was naturally separated by the blade, and he could feel a strange sense of smoothness.

Docile like a kitten that has not yet been weaned.

Then he raised his hand and pointed at his sword.

A hand knocking the sword, suddenly dancing, casual and casual, at the beginning of a dream, the way of the rivers and lakes ranger, the sword moves are sharp and fast, when dancing, as if the flowers are blooming, the sword qi of the forest, forcing the soul, invading people's muscles and bones, and then suddenly changing, the change is mellow and pure, and there is a faint majestic atmosphere of the sword immortal.

It is the swordsmanship of the mixed element series that Yu Miao has realized.

What the 'black-clothed Taoist' in those words are talking about is not swordsmanship, nor does it have any detailed moves.

Just briefly state the contents of that book.

Pointing out the direction.

It's all about self-realization.

Some only picked up a little rubble, and some can be seen as mountains, and what they can take away is up to them.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged, holding a whisk in his hand, and watched the young Taoist dance the sword with a flat expression.

There is a lot of regret in the depths of the eyes.

That's it, and it's not worth caring about.

There are countless people who have exquisite sword moves under him, and although the swordsmanship behind him is excellent, what difference is there?

It's just a subtle sword trick.

The subtle sword technique is gone, and the exquisite sword technique is also everywhere.

It's that there is a marshal guarding the sky in the South Heavenly Gate, but he only looks at the gate of the Heavenly Realm, and the swordsmanship is also extremely exquisite?

It's boring, it's boring.

Thinking like this, Qi Wufu paused, the sword momentum stopped, pondered for a long time, and suddenly moved again, the qi on the sword changed, and the sword moves were suddenly scattered, some of which were the Jianghu sword moves that had been reprimanded by Senior Sister Yumiao in the book, the sword immortal schools that he had seen, and the many sword immortal moves contained in the mixed yuan sword canon.

It's just that the sword trick must have its inner mental method, and there is a method for running the qi machine, not a random horizontal slash and oblique swing.

In the earthly world, swordsmen are not confined to moves, but the sword technique is actually the flow of their own innate Qi and Yuan Shen.

If one is not careful, the qi and the machine conflict, but they want to cough up blood.

made their own primordial spirits split.

The bumps and bumps that the young Taoist performed this time, whether it was the subtlety of the swordsmanship moves or the sword intent of Sen Senran.

Far less than before.

It's almost like a naughty child, holding a branch and waving it there, almost funny.

But the black-clothed Taoist who was bored raised his eyes slightly, and a trace of interest appeared in his eyes.

When the second sword technique was over, the young Taoist held the sword quietly for a long time, closed his eyes and meditated.

Hold the sword again and slash.

The moves became more and more scattered, and even the traces in the Jianghu moves and the Mixed Yuan Sword Book began to fade.

The black-clothed Taoist swept the dust in his hand, and there seemed to be an invisible qi machine spreading around him, covering up the sword sound and the traces of the sword qi.

The first time was to practice the moves of the Mixed Yuan Sword Sutra.

The second time was already three or five points that lost the original charm, lost its charm, and also lost the characteristics of the Mixed Yuan Sword Codex.

The third time it was completely different.

In the end, I don't know how many times, the swordsmanship in the palm of the young Taoist no longer saw any trace of anyone else, and even there was no difference in moves or supernatural powers, the sword moves were sharp and calm, and finally completely broke away from the category of the Mixed Yuan Sword Codex.

At this moment, all of them are no longer confined to the high-grade heart decision or the inferior crude moves, but just follow my thoughts.

The eyes of the black-clothed Taoist lit up, and suddenly the dust in his hand swept away, and he asked scoldingly: "What kind of swordsmanship did the kid make!" ”

At this moment, the young Taoist enters the realm of selflessness, and only naturally follows the perception of the sexual spirit, and naturally answers:

"Non-swordsmanship."

"Okay, the swordsmanship is small, what kind of swordsmanship is it?"

"Non-swordsmanship."

"The technique is also insufficient, then, what is the way of the sword?"

"Non-kendo."

"What is it?"

"It's not me!"

So the black-clothed Taoist laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, what a non-Taoist only, a good non-Taoist only!" ”

"Thou knowest my way."

"I see your heart."

"There is no better one than this."

The black-clothed Taoist seemed to be extremely happy and happy, and then the dust in his hand was swept away, just like what his character would inevitably do.

Naturally, as it is said:

"Do you have a teacher?"

(End of chapter)