Xia Chengyi put away the sword and looked at the wooden sword, the sword body is about three feet long, the hilt is slightly round, the sword body is engraved with obscure inscriptions, the hand is as warm as jade, and you can smell a faint fragrance in your hand.

Xia Qingfeng explained: "This wooden sword is made of high-grade Xiantang pear wood, and after a hundred years of thunder bombardment, it is finally condensed, although it is a wooden sword, but the rank is not inferior to ordinary flying swords, but this sword is only used in ordinary practice, and injecting aura into it will not produce the slightest sword intent, let alone the sword." ”

Xia Chengyi nodded.

Xia Qingfeng's face turned, and he began to slap his beard again, "Then shouldn't the lord rest earlier, although your hand just now was like a bright moon rising, which stunned me, but your breath is weak now, and now this golden branch and jade leaf body must not be too hard, if it hurts the origin, it is not good." ”

Xia Chengyi looked at Xia Qingfeng with a strange expression, "I have developed the habit of going to bed late and getting up early early, and I will use fewer words with different meanings in the future." ”

Xia Qingfeng scratched his head, secretly slapped the horse's mouth, and said with a haha: "Then don't work too hard, I'll go rest first." ”

Xia Chengyi asked with some curiosity, "You also need a rest as a sword spirit?" Shouldn't it be no eating, drinking, and no sleeping? ”

The golden-clothed boy shook his head and said: "Master, this is your cognitive misunderstanding, monks also need to rest, but they don't need to sleep enough for many hours a day like mortals, and monks' rest is also a kind of rest, different monks will practice on their own according to the magic and magic powers they have cultivated." What's more, with the dream as the law, a sleep is a hundred years, and waking up is already a matter of things. ”

Xia Chengyi nodded, and had another understanding of the cultivation world.

The golden-clothed boy yawned, "Then sir, I'll go to rest first, and you should rest earlier." ”

"Hmm."

The golden-clothed boy dodged, bringing a trace of golden ripples, dissipating between heaven and earth.

In the middle of the night, there is silence between heaven and earth.

There was only one sword-wielding boy who kept practicing sword poses in the courtyard, practicing the sword style over and over again.

It wasn't until late at night that the young man, who was already sweating profusely, breathed a sigh of relief and put away his wooden sword.

The first form of this sword score made the young man feel that it was more difficult than Han Shi's eight steps to take the pile, and it was particularly difficult to draw and close the sword. This first type of sword is to pay attention to a speed like thunder, with the power of thunder and thunder a sword sacrifice, the so-called sword to break ten thousand laws is so, let you have a thousand magical powers, ten thousand magic weapons, I break it from a sword!

Xia Chengyi wiped the sweat from his face and sighed: "Sure enough, I just learned the shape, it seems that I still need to practice more." ”

The reason why Xia Chengyi said this is because he feels that he is far from the book in terms of action and charm, so he will be so emotional.

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Inside the pawnshop of the old man in the town.

The thin old man was still sitting on the bench at the moment, smoking a dry cigarette and spitting out the fog, and he was not sleepy at all. And there was a rabbit lying next to him, and the rabbit's hair became more and more shiny and smooth, and there was a burst of streamer, which made people can't help but want to touch it. A burst of purple mist poured out from between the rabbit's foreheads, enveloping the rabbit spirit.

Old Man Ma glanced at the rabbit spirit lying on the ground, saw through her mind at a glance, and knocked the cigarette stick on the ground, Old Man Ma sneered: "You still want to take the path of the ancient demon?" Do you really think you're a character? Why, I don't think my life is long enough, so I'm in a hurry to send merit to Lord Yama? ”

The rabbit spirit suddenly woke up like from a dream.

Old man Ma lifted the cigarette stick again, spit out a puff of heavy smoke, like climbing into the clouds, and said indifferently: "Don't think about going down those paths that have already been taken to death, you are not qualified enough." ”

The rabbit spirit curled up to the side, shivering, looking panicked.

The so-called meditation is a special practice method for demon monks, such as Buddhist meditation, Taoist meditation, meditation is similar to this, and after entering meditation, any external force must not interrupt the state of meditation, and the old man Ma just knocked out the cigarette stick at random and forcibly interrupted the rabbit essence, which called her how not to panic, and at the same time she was even more afraid of the old man's cultivation.

The rabbit spirit said timidly: "Great Immortal, I just want to try the path that my ancestors have walked, and see if I can walk out of a great road according to the path they left behind." ”

Old man Ma held a cigarette stick in his mouth, crossed Erlang's legs, and sneered: "I don't even know how many catties and taels I have, so I dare to think about the avenues left by those ancient powers?" Long and endurable? Do you know how many demon monks died on this so-called avenue? I don't want to be a turtle king and shrink up after getting the fortune, but I want to learn from the old birthday star to hang himself, and he doesn't die fast enough? ”

The rabbit spirit was shocked when he heard this, and said in a trembling voice: "I also hope that the great immortal will say that the slave maid does not understand the origin of the relationship." ”

Old man Ma said lightly: "I just tell you, don't look for death." I won't care about the rest. ”

The rabbit nodded like pounded garlic.

The rabbit spirit kept peeking at the old man's face, and cautiously said, "Daxian, what about your real name?" ”

The real name of the demon monk is not only a natal thing, but it is different from the natal flying sword, natal word and natal thing of the human monk, and the real name of the demon monk is often suspended above the demon pill, like a round of the sun, constantly absorbing the aura of heaven and earth and rushing to the demon pill.

And every demon clan will take a real name before they transform, and this real name is the natal supernatural power after these demon cultivators. At the same time, the original name can also be given by others, if a great monk gives a name, then the great road mystery contained in the original name will be fed back to the person who gave it, and after the original name is completely refined, it will also increase the chance of victory in the future enlightenment tribulation.

And the rabbit essence also has its own little abacus, if you can get the name of the old man Ma, and wait until you completely refine it, you must be able to smooth sailing in the future.

The old man continued to smoke a dry cigarette and ignored the rabbit spirit that climbed up the pole.

Seeing this, the rabbit spirit gritted his teeth and said to the old man: "Daxian, if you don't worry, I can condense my own demon pill essence blood to break the contract with you, and then you only need one thought, and I can disappear into the world." ”

The rabbit spirit is also out of the way, seeing that this old man is not a simple character, as long as he can attach himself to this backer, he will not have to practice in fear every day in the future.

Old Man Ma sneered a few times, shook the tobacco in the cigarette stick, and sneered: "You think I'll be interested in your little?" ”

The rabbit's spirit is bleak.

Old man Ma took out a handful of tobacco and poured it into the cigarette stick, spit out a puff of smoke rings, and continued: "But I can also help with my real name, but I am not here to give the name, but someone else." ”

The rabbit said excitedly: "As long as the great immortal can give a name, let the slave and maid do anything!" ”

Old Man Ma was silent, but the smoke in the room was getting thicker.

"Daisen?"

Old man Ma waved his cigarette pole and said angrily: "That's it, I'll arrange my real name after you transform." ”

The rabbit was overjoyed, and after thanking him again and again, he disappeared in a flash.

Old Man Ma sat alone on the bench smoking a dry cigarette, frowning, and fell into deep thought, surrounded by clouds and mist, and did not see each other.

After a long time, the old man sighed.

The rickety old man got up, pinned the cigarette stick behind him, tapped his toes, ripples rippled in the air, and the figure of the old man Ma flashed in an instant, and he had already come to the door of Xia Chengyi's old house.

The two Wenmen gods on Xia Chengyi's gate suddenly flashed a trace of light, and two faint phantoms suddenly appeared in front of the door, the treasure was solemn, not angry and self-threatening, and there was a suppressed coercion between heaven and earth.

One of them, holding a wat board and wearing a red robe, looked at the old man Ma with a majestic face, with a trace of inviolable non-anger and self-authority, and shouted, "Who is coming? Leave your name. ”

The sound is like a drum.

And the old man Ma only looked at it, and the expressions of the two door gods suddenly changed suddenly, and what was even more surprising was that the two door gods actually made incense with both hands and bowed to the old man Ma three times.

Old man Ma accepted it safely.

After three times, the two door gods rose from the ground and disappeared into a bright light.

Old man Ma muttered: "Where did you steal the door god, you dare to post it casually with such a little incense." ”

This kind of door god is the most particular about an incense, just like the gods of mountains and rivers, they all rely on the mortal dust incense to practice, as long as the incense continues to lose their cultivation, enjoy the incense in the world. This is also why the local court will vigorously ban the root of the obscenity, the fear is that the incense in the world is messy, so that some people who should not have achieved the gods of mountains and rivers sit on the throne, if they are mellow people, it is easy to say, but if those ruthless and vicious people become the gods of the mountains and rivers of one side, the feng shui of the disaster is undoubtedly a disaster for the local people. However, this kind of gods is different from Xia Qingfeng's group of ancient gods, this kind of gods are mostly haunted by worldly karma, so the heavier the cause and effect they are contaminated, the greater the heavenly tribulation they will endure in the future.

The old man stepped out and came to the courtyard.

The old man said slowly: "Come out, don't hide." ”

A silver light swept by, and the "Qingfeng" suddenly appeared in the courtyard, hovering in front of the old man Ma three feet in the air, and then a golden light flashed, and Xia Qingfeng appeared from the flying sword.

The golden-clothed boy greeted with a hippie smile: "Hey, rare guests, this is not our famous Shangqing ......"

Old man Ma frowned slightly.

The golden-clothed boy suddenly changed his words: "Isn't this the famous Ma senior?" Ouch, rare customers. ”

The golden-clothed boy waved his sleeves to conjure up a bamboo stool, sat on it with his buttocks, and saw that the old man Ma was still standing at the door with his back and holding a cigarette stick and smoking a dry cigarette, and immediately beckoned: "The old gentleman is standing and doing something, hurry up and sit down, you old bones and old legs, it's not good to knock it." ”