The old guy didn't meet Zong Yang's gaze, he hung his head, his face was mixed, he knew that Zong Yang had been struggling to comprehend this sword mark these days, shook his head and sighed: "No." ”

Hearing such an answer, Zong Yang couldn't help but speculate, could it be left by the head of the family, Han Ziniu? However, he himself immediately dispelled this thought, how could the leading figure of Qi cultivation cultivate sword intent.

"Since you're telling a story, I might as well talk about some hidden things, anyway, you're not an outsider, not to mention that our sword cultivation is also like this, so you don't have to stick to some rules." The old guy was probably tired of squatting, and sat at the mouth of the well with one butt, and scratched each other with his bare feet.

"Our ancestor Chaoyangzi stepped down the Lancang River, passed through the mountain to see its barrage and stubbornness, and occupied the geographical qi, so go up the mountain to stand on the green hill, create three swords, and then step into the realm of the Ten Directions Daojun in one fell swoop, so that the Qingqiu squeezed into the ranks of the world's second-rate Daomen, and its name is immortal."

"He made a will, Qingqiu should be based on sword cultivation, supplemented by qi cultivation, if you want to comprehend the sword intent and become the Daojun of the Ten Directions, you must focus on cultivating the Sanzheng Sword, where Qingqiu is in charge, you can go to the back mountain of the Tibetan Sword Pavilion and inherit it."

Hearing this, Zong Yang asked, "This sword mark was left by the ancestor master?" ”

"Not bad." The old guy nodded and continued: "The origin of this ancient bell cannot be traced, but this sword mark is left by the ancestor master, and there is a small rune array hidden on the inner wall of the ancient bell, so the remaining sword intent in the sword mark can be preserved forever. It's a pity that this back mountain has now become a place where mushroom heads are dried vegetables, dried fish, and dried sweet potatoes, and it used to be a forbidden place that only the heads of the past dynasties were qualified to enter, and on the basis of cultivating the Sanzheng Sword, they only need to put their hands on the ancient bell, and they can comprehend the sword intent with this sword mark. ”

"This is the biggest stroke left by the ancestor master, and it is also the secret of our Qingqiu sword cultivation for the first four hundred years, but this predecessor's act of planting trees and descendants to enjoy the shade has made generations of ancestors rely too much on this sword mark, and it is ......" The old guy poured a sip of wine in despair, his old face was a little red in the cold wind, and his eyes were mixed with the color of dead ashes, and he sighed and said: "And the sword intent in this sword mark is constantly being consumed, and it is regarded as a residue in the generation of the head of Zong Bufan, but his old man simply relies on his extraordinary talent, Twenty years later, he penetrated the sword intent, and stepped into the realm of the Ten Directions Dao Monarch with half a foot. ”

Being able to hear Zong Bufan's deeds again, Zong Yangyao remembered the tireless boasting picture of the old dice old way, smiled knowingly, turned his head to look at the hidden sword hall hidden in the darkness under the mountain, and now the ashes of the old dice are placed there, recognizing the ancestors and returning to the ancestors.

"Being able to step into the realm of the Ten Directions Dao Monarch with half a foot, the head of the Zong Bufan sect is definitely the first person after the ancestor master, and Qingqiu has not lacked such amazing and brilliant people for hundreds of years, but after inheriting the sword intent of the ancestor master, no one can step into the realm of the Ten Directions Dao Monarch, boy, do you know why?" The old guy threw out a question that apparently only he knew.

Zong Yang pondered for a moment and replied: "I think Master Zu respects the Sanzheng Sword so much, then cultivating this sword technique should be a shortcut to the realm of the Ten Directions Dao Monarch, and he and the head of Zong Bufan are the best proof, as for your question, I don't know, but it should be related to this sword mark." ”

"Yes, yes, you can teach." The old guy stroked his beard and praised, his face was full of pride, and he deliberately opened his throat and shouted: "That Hanzi Niu has been boasting that the eldest disciple of the calf has been talented for many years, hum, it is really my own child who farts and is fragrant, in my opinion, just these days of observation of you, with your qualifications, it is enough to get rid of him a few mountains!" ”

"You've won a prize." Zong Yang just smiled slightly.

The old guy looked at Zong Yang, shook his eyebrows and smiled: "You can't pass the award, you kid knows best, hehe." In other words, I won't talk to you about seniority, boy, you just call me senior, don't lose? ”

"No loss, come, senior, I respect you." Zong Yang boldly lifted the wine jar and saluted.

The two of them drank again, and the old guy restrained his emotions, and with one foot on the well, he preached back to the truth: "It is precisely because of this sword mark that countless ancestors have been boosted by pulling out seedlings, they only learn its form but do not know its meaning, misunderstand it, and become a stereotype, and have not moved forward since then, that is to say, the ancestor made a mistake that even his own is difficult to predict." ”

Hearing this, Zong Yang couldn't help but ask: "This sword mark can only be inherited by the master, since the other people in that sect are not bound by it, why can't they make a breakthrough?" ”

The old guy smiled and said: "Hehe, the shortcut seems to be easy, as thin as a veil, but everyone's understanding and perception are different, just like walking the same road, the harvest is different, it can only be said that you have an opportunity, but the difference is a thousand miles, it depends on how you grasp it." ”

Zong Yang was relieved after hearing this, indeed, Mu Tian once said that Jiang Wuxiong could comprehend the sword intent, that is, it was reasonable, outside of common sense, if the sword intent was so easy to comprehend, wouldn't it be worth a few pennies.

"Alas...... I think I practiced the Sanzheng Sword in the first thirty years, and I stood at the peak of the Jue Ling Realm, but I couldn't comprehend the sword intent. In the next twenty years, I listened to Han Ziniu's nonsense, saying that only a peerless heaven like me in Quanqingqiu can combine the Sanzheng Sword and the "Fetal Breath Sutra" to create a set of immortal new swordsmanship and revitalize sword cultivation. ”

"The head of the sect wants to revive sword cultivation?" Zong Yang was surprised, in his heart, Qi cultivation had always been placed on the opposite side.

"Hehe, Qi cultivation is the most clear about this old thing, he once asked me a question, is it important to follow the ancestral teachings, or is it important to keep the foundation of Qingqiu for hundreds of years?"

"It's all important." Zong Yang put himself in his shoes.

"Haha, you're the same as he said." The old guy smiled drunkenly, "So he said that he will carry the black cauldron of Qingqiu for a hundred years, and I will carry the hope in the future." ”

Zong Yang was in awe, his impression of this Qi Cultivation Master had changed dramatically, indeed, when the Sword Cultivation declined and the Dao Sect was facing a catastrophe, if he didn't seek change to keep the foundation, what would be the future?

"But unfortunately, the plan to create a new sword technique is in my hands. It is unheard of to promote the realm of the Ten Directions Daojun through the cultivation of the "Fetal Breath Sutra", so I can only abandon the old bones to maintain the present book, abandon the "Fetal Breath Sutra", use this iron ring to seal the Yin and Yang chakras, cut off the communication with the aura of heaven and earth, and imprison myself in this ancient well, and concentrate on the study of the Sanzheng Sword, in order to make a breakthrough in the year of the wind and candle, if there is no breakthrough, I plan to die here, anyway, I have no shame to enter the Tibetan Sword Palace. ”

The story of the old guy is almost over at this point, Zong Yang finally has a complete understanding of Qingqiu, especially the two people who are now carrying the flag, one bright and one dark, who are born from the bottom of his heart, and recited the sentence in his heart for no reason: Tianxingjian, a gentleman should strive for self-improvement.

"The wine is gone." The old guy shook the wine jar and said in a daze.

"I still have it." Zong Yang said that he threw over the half jar of wine in his hand.

The old guy took it, shook the mat, and said with a smile: "Enough, enough." After all, people are old, the amount of wine is poor, I think that a few of our brothers and sisters went to the wine cellar of the Food and Fragrance Hall to steal wine and drink, from morning to evening, and had to carry two jars before leaving. Alas...... Now, I'm the only one left. ”

"Senior, from now on, I will often come to you for a drink." Zong Yang was also touched, thinking of the eldest brother who was still not in Tiantai Mountain, and temporarily vented this parting nostalgia on the old guy.

"I don't know if the old hens raised by the mushroom head are fat...... "The old guy is a little bit inched.

"If you want to eat chicken, the wine will be gone." Zong Yang quipped.

The old guy's brows twisted incomparably, and he was puzzled: "I'm his master anyway, shouldn't I be filial?!" ”

"You can try." Zongyang stalled his hands.

The old guy's eyes rolled, and then an old chrysanthemum face smiled bitterly, just waved his hand, and said, "It's not too early, you can go back." ”

……

Not long after Zong Yang went down the mountain, another figure appeared under Gu Bai.

"You've talked a lot tonight." The voice was clearly from an old man.

"Nonsense, you haven't come to talk to me for so long, your calf is very self-assured, it's hard to find someone who can speak, of course I have to say enough." The old fellow pinched his cold bare feet and didn't look at him.

Qingqiu's head Han Ziniu's body moved, and he sat down on Gu Zhong, and before he could sit firmly, he ushered in a sharp gaze from Gu Jing on the opposite side.

"Stand up, believe it or not, I'll stab you in the back door with a sword." The old guy blew his beard and said angrily.

Han Ziniu smiled, got up and patted his buttocks and said disgustedly: "I'm still too cold." ”

"What are you doing here?" The old guy asked angrily.

Han Ziniu inserted his hands into his sleeves, just squatted on the spot, completely lost the slightest bit of his demeanor, cocked his ass and said: "Why is the scene of your spiritual energy discharging so big this time, I'm afraid that you have some kind of burp, so come and take a look." ”

"Hey, hey." The old guy suddenly became complacent for some reason, and only took a sip of the wine jar with red cheeks, and asked mysteriously shaking his eyebrows: "Isn't this a little jealous?" ”

"Do you need to? A while ago, I had already passed the ninth fold of the "Fetal Breath Sutra". Han Ziniu pouted and replied.

"What?" The old guy's face clearly showed a look of envy, jealousy, and hatred.

"It's nothing, if you continue to practice the Fetal Breath Sutra, you will be the tenth level of the Guarantee Pass." Hanzi Niu teased.

"That's it." The old guy shuddered and said.

"It's shameless." Han Ziniu scolded, turned around after getting up, just took two steps, and said: "This kid's identity is not ordinary, I know that Guannan's swordsmanship is taught by him, and I tried it with the sword book of sword cultivation before, but I didn't try anything." ”

"You think he's here to steal the sword? Or is it here to murder Qingqiu? The old guy asked rhetorically.

"You can trust him, huh?"

"You go to the Hidden Sword Pavilion to worship the spiritual position there, and then you will be clear."

"Oh." Hanzi Niu answered and prepared to leave.

"Remember! I can only sense the sword intent on this sword mark, but this kid can sense it at first glance, our sword repair has finally come to a seedling, you know what to do, right? If you Qi cultivators dare to put on small shoes or move black eyes for him, I will jump out of the well, don't think I'm out of the fire. ”

Han Ziniu was stunned, then shook his head and smiled bitterly, and disappeared into the night.