in the room.

Zhang Xiuyuan meditates quietly on the futon...

The mountain and sea picture scroll, which had been hidden for a long time, resurfaced in the bottom of the eye, and as a wisp of turbidity submerged into it, the mountain and sea picture scroll slowly spread, and memory fragments emerged.

He didn't know who the person in the painting was, nor did he know whose memories were appearing in the scroll of mountains and seas.

Xu is too old, and the fragments of memories revealed are also relatively vague, and it can only be seen that he is a sharp Taoist.

It is a kind of sharpness that even after many years, even if the picture is blurry, even if he is just a bystander, he can feel the sharp edge!

There is no trace of that person's past in the memory fragments, but only the fragments of his disciples who began to travel around the world after his cultivation was successful, challenging all kinds of monks with one person and one sword...

The swordsmanship he performed was so amazing and brilliant, and the sword edge passed by, as if the ghosts and gods had to make it easier.

Later, he met a person, that person's cultivation was on par with him, but he just couldn't beat that person, he was very frustrated, that is, the kind of edge on his body that dared to teach the sun and the moon to change the sky was dull.

Maybe it's because of sympathy, the two became friends...

He also knew the reason why he couldn't beat that friend.

There was something called 'momentum', or 'luck', in his friend, and he didn't!

His friend also said that this kind of mysterious and mysterious things can't be seen or touched, but in fact, everyone has it, and the difficulty is how to condense these scattered things into one and use them for their own use.

He was already a genius with an amazing understanding, and when he heard this, he seemed to have an understanding, and he also thought of a way to 'gather momentum' - to create a blessed land!

He chose a piece of feng shui treasure, built a Taoist temple, and built a scabbard for his sword.

The sword is put into the sheath, and the person enters the Taoist temple...

The edge on his body faded, as if he had changed a person, and it seemed to be condensing a sharper edge.

Later, in the last years of the dynasty, when the world was in constant dispute, his friend invited him to go out of the mountain to conspire with the general trend of humanity, and he gladly went out of the mountain.

It's a pity that when they conspired with the general trend of humanity, the two disagreed and never got together...

His friend upholds that those who achieve great things are not informal, and should take the world as a chessboard, and the common people as children, and be the ruler outside the chessboard;

And he upholds that the husband does something and does not do something, and reprimands this method for fooling sentient beings, fish and flesh, and not a gentleman.

Neither of them could convince anyone, but they both wanted to convince each other, and finally broke up unhappily...

And both of them are stubborn, they both want to prove that they are right, and they naturally act against each other, so friends have turned against each other.

Just because they were originally friends who knew each other, the more angry the two sides became, and in the end they even became red-eyed.

After the two explained what happened to each other, they fought!

On that day, the sword in the sheath was unsheathed again, and it was shockingly sharp, and on the other hand, it was a big hand that overwhelmed people with power, like a big hand that covered the sky with the wrath of the sky...

In the end, he died, and his friend's body was dissolved and survived by secret methods.

He wandered all his life, his life was sharp, although he died without regrets, the only regret when he died was that he could not leave his inheritance.

It's a shame that that sharp sword...

………………

The memory fragments manifested on the mountain and sea painting scrolls gradually dimmed, and some small characters of ancient seals surfaced: get a wisp of 'red dust and fireworks', dip the immortal characters and two products of cause and effect, and feed a piece of "Tibetan Feng Jue".

Zhang Xiuyuan looked at the fading memory fragment in amazement, he didn't know who that Taoist person was, but he knew the sword in the hand of that Taoist and the Taoist temple he established!!

The sword is the dust shadow sword, and the Taoist temple is too imaginary!!

Who is this man...... Too virtual to view the patriarch!?

Just when he lost his mind, the scabbard on his knee trembled slightly, and the word 'Zangfeng' at the mouth of the sheath revealed a touch of aura...

In the dark, he seemed to see the back of a Taoist figure appear in front of him, and the Taoist also turned to look at him, and the eyes of the two seemed to cross life and death and time together!

Zhang Xiuyuan's expression was in a trance, "You ......"

"It's just a wisp of obsession."

The middle-aged Daoist's phantom smiled, saw the Dust Shadow Sword lying across his lap, and asked, "Daoist friend, but I'm too vain to contemplate my disciples?" ”

Zhang Xiuyuan seemed to have come back to his senses, and hurriedly got up and saluted: "Taixuguan, the ninth generation of Zhang Taixu, has seen the ancestor. ”

"The ninth generation... Zhang Taixu..."

The middle-aged Taoist trembled when he heard this, and muttered with a look of relief: "I don't think that my too virtual view has been passed on to the ninth generation. ”

When he came back to his senses, he asked, "Where did you find this scabbard?" ”

"Gifted by an old carpenter surnamed Li..."

Zhang Xiuyuan pondered for a while, then went down the mountain to get the scabbard, found Lao Litou's carpenter's shop, and accidentally obtained the scabbard.

"Short-lived ghost... Scold... Hahaha..."

When the middle-aged Taoist heard that Lao Li Tou called him a short-lived ghost, he laughed out loud, as if he was immersed in his own world, laughing very happily and helplessly...

"That old thing has a bit of a conscience and knows how to get the scabbard back."

"Patriarch ......"

Zhang Xiuyuan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then Lao Li Tou is that friend of the ancestor?" ”

"yes."

The middle-aged Taoist nodded, and then seemed to think of something, and admonished with a straight face: "Although that old thing is not necessarily evil, it is not a good kind, you don't have to have more cause and effect with him." ”

"Disciple understands..."

Zhang Xiuyuan's heart moved, thinking that he had also warned Lao Li Tou that he was too vain and not a vegetarian, and his scalp was faintly numb.

"I'm running out of time..."

The middle-aged Daoist's phantom gradually dimmed, and he asked a little incomprehensibly: "You can see this wisp of obsession that I still have, and I think it is also some creation on my body, but I don't know why I want to seal the Dust Shadow Sword?" ”

"Seals?"

Zhang Xiuyuan blinked blankly, obviously failing to understand what the 'seal' in his mouth meant...

"It doesn't look like you did it..."

Seeing his posture, the middle-aged Taoist vaguely understood something, and reminded: "There is a resentment hidden in this dust shadow sword, a very heavy resentment, which covers up the spirituality of the sword. You'd better find the source of this resentment and dissolve it, lest it linger for too long and pollute your spirit. ”

"This ......"

Zhang Xiuyuan's heart sank when he heard this, and he responded: "The disciple will definitely find the source of his grievances as soon as possible and resolve it." ”

"That's good..."

The middle-aged Taoist smiled disapprovingly, and when he saw that his phantom was gradually dimming, he sighed: "The residual obsession can only be said here..."

As soon as his words fell, the faint phantom scattered like fireflies, turned into a little spiritual light, and then gathered into a strand, submerging into Zhang Xiuyuan's eyebrows...

And Zhang Xiuyuan's mind also had an additional method called "Zang Feng Jue" to cultivate momentum.

"Tibetan Feng Jue" pays attention to "raising potential", and raising a "potential" is hidden in the heart, containing but not sending, the longer it is hidden, the more powerful it is!

This method was created by the Taixu Guan Patriarch after he was frustrated, combined with the 'potential' told by that friend...

In the first half of his life, he was sharp, and after comprehending this method, he hid his edge and heart, like a peerless fairy sword being put into the sheath, and his edge was restrained.

It's a pity that he was short-lived...

After creating this method, the sword momentum hidden in the heart could not be hidden for long, and he fell out with his friends, and he fought in a hurry.

If he 'hid' for a longer period of time, it was still unknown who would lose and who would win......