"The journey of the avenue is also, the poor have to live for a while, go up and down and seek, and finally achieve the complete way of the sword. My inheritor, the path of cultivation is difficult and difficult, but you can know what the Tao is? If you don't know, why might as well explore it? I am a vein of Nirvana, I can't break my body, and I am about to break through the void, so I have sealed my cultivation method here, so as to wait for my destined people and enlighten my inheritance. Are you ready?"

As the words of that voice fell, Lu Duhuan felt that the aura of the four meridians and eight veins in her body seemed to converge into a rolling wave of heat rushing up to her face, surging into her eyebrows, which was no different from the previous experience in the quiet room in the stone tower.

Zhihai is even more like a whirlpool, with supreme golden sword intent impacting her soul from all directions.

She frowned suddenly, and suddenly opened her eyes, and a golden rune flashed from her dark eyes.

She looked solemnly at the stone wall with the uninhibited word "Dao" engraved before, at this time, a red-clothed sword cultivator's phantom was hanging in the void, his eyes were sharp, and he stood there like a bloodthirsty sword at any time, and his handsome face was even more arrogant and wanton.

It's him!

It was the one she saw in the quiet room that pointed to the sky, and the ...... Little Red Bird.

She still remembers his words at that time very well-

"How far is the avenue, I will cross the eternal flood and the turbulent years, to get a glimpse of its true appearance. ”

The same is true of her, what she wants, at ease, how far the avenue is, she also wants to explore.

......

Lu Qianhuan stared at the red-clothed sword cultivation phantom standing in the sky, this space seemed to be only her, the surroundings were unusually quiet, and even the voice of the little duck disappeared.

Even if it was just a slightly illusory figure, it still had a terrifying aura, and the extreme sword intent that rushed to his face was even more boundless destruction, as if it could directly hit people's souls.

Behind him was a black stone wall, as if he was in the middle of the darkness, blooming with endless brilliant light, and as if in a desperate situation, with the sharpness that broke through all obstacles.

This feeling is very wonderful, Lu Qianhuan's long eyelashes trembled, she could feel that this red-clothed sword cultivator was like a lone wanderer with a firm Dao heart, his whole body was always edged and cornered, he did not bow his head, he did not compromise, and he was indomitable.

The gaze of the red-clothed sword cultivator phantom also looked straight at Lu Wanhuan, as if he was examining her.

Under the gaze of the red-clothed sword cultivator, Lu Duhuan instantly felt that the pressure on her body increased, and an incomparably powerful aura came from the void, causing her body to sink.

She gritted her teeth and held on, her back was as sharp as a sword, and sword intent surged out around her body, resisting the pressure of the red-clothed sword cultivator from the void.

With the passage of time, Lu Duhuan gradually couldn't support it, the gap between the two was too big, her figure trembled slightly, her head broke out in a cold sweat, and the corners of her lips were even bitten by her, and blood stains flowed down the corners of her lips and dripped to the ground.

Her knees slumped and she staggered, but she steadied herself, her waist still straight. Looking up at the red-clothed sword cultivator who was standing in the air, his eyes were calm and sharp, his expression was unwavering, and his expressionless red lips opened and closed silently: "Sun, you are an immortal, you want me to lie down without giving money, I see that you are thinking about fart eating!"

Seeing this, the red-clothed sword cultivation phantom in the void seemed to tremble, and the terrifying qi in his body surged in an instant, and at the same time, the entire space set off earth-shattering waves.

As soon as Lu Duhuan's body moved, the sword was unsheathed, and the tip of the sword pointed at the phantom in the air, and the sword intent was overwhelming.

The red-clothed sword cultivator phantom hanging in the void let out a casual chuckle, and in an instant, the qi on his body calmed down, and the vibrations around him also stopped.

After a while, his eyes were no longer staring at Lu Wanhuan, but looking up at the sky, the aura around his body sometimes churned violently like angry waves, and sometimes calm and silent like the abyssal sea.

His thin lips opened lightly, and a clear voice sounded, as if he was talking to himself, but in fact, he said to Lu Huanhuan, "Nirvana is a vein, the body cannot be broken, it is broken and then established, the more you fight, the stronger it becomes, it is the way of rebirth and reincarnation of Nirvana." Therefore, cultivators want to return with the Yuan, and they must not indulge their lust. Cultivation to the fullest, can be broken, yin and yang combined, otherwise, the cultivation is scattered. ”

Lu Qianhuan: "......"

Okay, she got it.

It probably means that the person who cultivates the body of Nirvana must maintain the body of a virgin boy and a girl, not applaud for love, let alone go to a place of joy and stumble, and stay away from the temptation of men and women, otherwise once the sauce is brewed, then the cultivation will be gone.

Wow, this cultivation method is completely tailor-made for monks, isn't this Nirvana line talking about Buddha cultivation?

Lu Duanhuan raised his eyes and saw that he had a lot of hair, and he was dressed red, not at all like a monk who was empty.

Hey, wait......

Could it be that the inheritor he just talked about is her?

“......”

Probably, maybe, maybe she didn't run away.

After all, the surging sword intent in her body just now and the hot heat in her eyebrows were not fake.

Lu Jianhuan showed a strong smile, and the clear voice of the red-clothed sword cultivator sounded again:

"Nirvana, you need to constantly break through your own limits, you must not slack off in the cultivation of sword skills, when fighting against people, every blow you receive is the tempering of the supreme realm of not breaking the body, if you suffer a heavy blow, when your life is endangered, the unbroken body can help you break and stand up, so that you Nirvana is reborn. ”

Lu Qianhuan frowned, how could she always feel that this Nirvana was not quite right???

Let her think......

Wait, aren't you just "returning your pretty boxing" to the same effect?!

"Every time you are hit, it is the tempering of the ultimate realm of not breaking the body" is not the same as fighting with others, being beaten to the face, and then this "not breaking the body" passive skill is launched, just like "return your beautiful fist", so that you can quickly recover your beauty. It's just that one is a passive skill and the other is an active skill.

Gan, this is more suitable for physical cultivation, she is a sword cultivator, hey!! why should she be beaten!!

Lu was happy with the Buddha, and in an instant she wanted to let go of the three thousand green silks, escape into the empty door, sacrifice to the floating slaughter, cross sentient beings, and cross herself. Huh, she doesn't want to do this sadistic cultivation method?! She just wants to be a happy salted fish!

Is this a human officer?

If you want to embrace Yuan and return to one, it is okay to protect your innocence, after all, she is a single dog, it doesn't matter, but if she wants to be abused, it is a little difficult for her to accept.

Regardless of whether Lu Qianhuan wanted to accept it or not, the red-clothed sword cultivator phantom stretched out his hand, and a cluster of flames lit up on his fingertips, and it flew to Lu Qianhuan's eyebrows in an instant.

"My inheritor, when you leave this world, take that little pet with you, and I will be able to help you in the future. ”

As these words fell, the red phantom dissipated into the air.