The magic tower of the mountain town that never sleeps.

In this Demon Suppression Tower, one of the four overwhelming things in the world, the body of the mausoleum keeper Zhong Yu was standing behind the two scholars.

Originally, these two scholars were also in battle to kill the enemy on the side of the Demon Cave of Yaksha Mountain at the beginning, but although the Confucian Qi Refiner realm was high, he was really not good at charging into battle, so Zhong Yu gave the two of them a more difficult task - to analyze the seal of the Demon Suppression Tower Passage Sealing Array.

At that time, the war was tight, and there were constantly monsters in the Moluo world through the gap in the magic circle where the seal was loose, and poured into the Yaksha Mountain Demon Cave from the passage connecting the Moluo world and the Fuyao world, if the meaning of the seal could not be deciphered earlier and the sealing circle could be repaired, then the monsters might make a comeback in the future, and no matter how many monks in the Fuyao world were not enough to die.

Zhao Changqing pinched his chin with one hand, and gently shook the half-repaired natal Tianxue Fan with the other, and on the fan was the four words of convincing people with reason, and his gaze stayed on the seal of the magic circle in the Demon Suppression Tower. Looking at the obscure ancient inscription in front of him, he fell into deep thought.

Liang Jing, a scholar who entered the Nine Realms with a piano, squatted on the ground, while learning the inscription with his own small turquoise cone on the ground, while operating his spiritual power, and reciting words in his mouth, which was a Confucian "decipherment" magical power.

Liang Jing tried to use this magic skill to analyze the words on the sealing circle, hoping to understand these ancient seals to unravel the reason for the loosening of the sealing circle. In this way, we can completely eradicate the hidden dangers of the Moluo world.

If you want to fix it, you must first understand it.

The mausoleum keeper Zhong Yu's heart moved slightly, and he casually withdrew the outer body of the yang god located in the Taohuadu Yasha Mountain Demon Cave, and returned to his body.

He said indifferently: "The war has subsided, there is a ferry boat in Taohuadu, and it will return to Canggeng Prefecture in a few days, do you need me to give you a ride?"

There was the one squatting on the ground, so immersed in the matter of deciphering the words, that he had no time to be distracted to answer the question, and he couldn't even count on Zhong Yu's words. At this moment, Liang Jing is really "deaf".

Zhao Changqing put his index finger and middle finger together, wrote the word "gui" in mid-air, and then gently pushed Liang Jing who was squatting on the ground, and the word gui instantly entered Liang Jing's body and appeared on his heart lake.

Liang Jing's state at this time is not only that he can't hear the voice outside his body, but he can't even accept the voice of others to convey to him. It is only because Confucianism has the magic power of interpreting words that requires a qi refiner to copy the text while imagining the state of mind of the person being copied when he writes, so he needs to concentrate on it and not have distracting thoughts. Otherwise, the artistic conception will not be accurate enough.

Just like the Taoist technique of derivation, the Confucian interpretation of words is also a mistake of a thousand miles.

Zhao Changqing's move is like using a gui word as the "sound" of knocking on the door, which is different from the voice outside the body and the voice of the heart. For Liang Jing, who is immersed in the magic of interpreting words, this attribution into the body is to build a bridge of communication between him and Zhao Changqing.

"Brother Liang, Zhong Jianxian said that the battle in Yasha Mountain has been settled, and there is a ferry boat in Taohuadu to take us back to Canggengzhou. The matter of sealing the seal of the magic circle, you can go back and think about it slowly. A piece of text appeared on Liang Jing's heart lake on its own, setting off waves in the scholar's heart lake.

Liang Jing's movements in his hand stopped abruptly, put away the small turquoise cone, broke away from the magic power of interpreting words, and came back to his senses.

He got up and asked, "Zhong Jianxian, is there a written record of the sealing circle in the Demon Suppression Tower?" or is there an item engraved with the seal of the magic circle, an inconsequential thing that can be borrowed by the juniors?"

Zhong Yu changed back to the black and red python robe on weekdays, with nine pythons and four claws, and the cloud pattern was decorated with two things, "mountain" and "cloud", and there was only one "day" missing.

The mausoleum keeper spread out his palm, and an ancient book with the thickness of a fingernail appeared in his palm, which was well preserved and in extremely new condition.

Zhong Yu thought for a while and said: "This is an object left by the master immortal before his death, it is said to be related to the Demon Suppression Tower, I can't understand the text on it, maybe it will help you." ”

Liang Jing took the ancient book in good condition from Zhong Yu's hand, and turned a page casually, the text on the book is indeed very similar to the seal on the magic circle, although he has not used the magic power to analyze the artistic conception of the font and the mood of the person who writes, but Liang Jing secretly feels that this book is related to the seal of the magic circle, and the relationship is not small. From this poetic and painterly intuition.

"Then thank you Zhong Jianxian. Liang Jing closed the page of the book and waved towards the guardian of the Demon Tower.

The latter shook his head and smiled, "I want you to do my job, and I should thank you for my master." ”

Liang Jing wanted to say something, but the mausoleum keeper had already used his fingers as a sword, wiped it in front of him, and said softly: "Let's go." ”

The next moment, he found that he had appeared on an immortal ferry with Zhao Changqing, and a group of Canggeng Prefecture Qi Refiners and the elite iron horsemen who had survived the Great Xuan Dynasty were recuperating on the ferry.

"Changqing!" A stunning woman with her hair hanging casually on her chest and shoulders took a step, and instantly crossed from the other end of the ferry to this end, crashing into Zhao Changqing's arms beside her.

A few tears fell from her eyes, and the appearance of pear blossoms with rain made everyone feel pity.

Even in the bloody Yaksha Mountain Demon Cave, the female sword fairy never showed such a fragile expression, and now after seeing her sweetheart, the softness in her heart has a place to stay.

And the scholar who was holding a female sword immortal in his arms put away the Tianxue fan in a panic, his cheeks were slightly red, as if he was more shy than the woman, he patted the back of the stunning woman, and shouted softly: "Groan." ”

Liang Jing smiled and quipped: "What a little don't win the newlywed." ”

However, the next moment, Liang Jing froze in place, because he found that Tang Yin had fallen asleep.

How many days have I not closed my eyes?

Zhao Changqing gave Liang Jing an apologetic look, and Liang Jing comprehended: "Hurry up and help her back to the room to recuperate, she is too tired." ”

After the fairy couple went to the ferry room to rest, the scholar Liang Jing also lived in a more secluded room under the guidance of the ferry man, and asked the ferry man to bring him some pastries to eat.

In the end, Liang Jing was eating the Xianjia pastry while turning the ancient book with his mind, and before using the magic power of solving words, he had to memorize all the words on the ancient book in his mind.

With the departure of this Xianjia ferry named "Yu Gui", the last monster in the Yaksha Mountain Demon Cave in Taohuadu in Taoyao Prefecture also fell and died.

The disciples of the Sleepless Mountain were in charge of cleaning up the battlefield.

After everyone finished finishing and stepped out of the teleportation circle in the Yaksha Mountain Demon Cave, the two teleportation circles connecting the inside and outside of the Yaksha Mountain, as if "destined", were just shattered after the war was declared over.

Everything, just right.

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The old man in the Confucian shirt caressed the jade plate and constantly cultivated his righteousness.

The Confucian protégés who support the world all have righteousness.

It is the aura of heaven and earth that enters the body and is manifested and transformed by their respective "Dao".

The sword qi in the sword cultivator's body.

The righteousness of the Confucian Qi refiners.

The longevity of a Taoist monk.

The life of the children of the Buddhist family.

There are no more than two sources.

One is that the Qi Refiner absorbs the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into the body, and then uses the exercises to transform the spiritual energy into righteous qi, long-term vitality, world-crossing qi, and sword qi.

The other comes from the inheritance and acceptance of "qi".

The Qi Refiner above the Distraction Realm has a magical ability to pass on the "qi" in the body to others, and this kind of self-sacrificing inheritance technique is so old that it is impossible to trace back to the origin.

At first, it is impossible to study which of the three sects founded this inheritance technique, but among the three sects of Buddhism, Confucianism, and Taoism, there is indeed a method for passing on qi to others.

Practicing this supernatural power does not directly impose the realm of self-cultivation on others, and few people know what the specific benefits are.

For the one who gives the breath will die, and the one who is angry will not be silent.

Those "qi" will only quietly help a qi refiner to cultivate in a silent way of spring rain, and will not directly improve the realm of qi refiners, but can solve many bumps and bottlenecks on the road of cultivation.

And the height that this gift can reach in the end is closely related to the realm of the person who bestows qi.

However, the final height of the Qi Refiner who accepts this gift still depends on his own talent and chance creation.

The Great Monk of the Ten Realms, who imparts qi to one person, can ensure his smooth breakthrough under the Nine Realms.

The monks of the Nine Realms can give qi to others, and they can keep him without bottlenecks under the Eight Realms.

And so on.

But no matter how high the realm is, no matter how high the mountain top cultivator is to teach qi to others, he can't bring a qi refiner who is destined to only take the six realms to the seven realms.

Therefore, this inheritance of heaven and earth aura is more like a game with the number of days.

It's like "betting", betting on the future life, you can go further than yourself on this avenue.

The old man thought back to his life, thinking about the Taoist Academy that was compatible with Confucianism and Taoism, and thinking about the people in the book and the people outside the book.

Right now, there are only two wishes left to be fulfilled.

He flashed away, going to see an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

In a dim cave hidden in the world, a young man-like qi refiner is closing his eyes to cultivate "gods".

This place is also a cave, a small cave, and the aura is thin and difficult to practice.

There was nothing in the cave, except for a curtain of light, or a "moving picture," hovering in front of the young monk.

That's all he has to offer.

At first, this moving picture scroll came from the words that the young monk's mind manifested, and then gradually changed from words to static scrolls, and finally, countless still scrolls became one, becoming a picture scroll that can constantly change and develop.

There is nothing difficult about practicing this path, you just need to endure loneliness and get used to being alone.

However, very few Qi Refiners were able to persist in cultivating this path.

As everyone knows, this road is not easy, and the road is not easy. In the final analysis, it is not easy to cultivate.

An old man in a Confucian shirt with a jade plaque hanging from his waist appeared in the cave out of thin air, smiling at the light curtain, or rather······ Picture.

"Rare, rare. ”

The young monk opened his eyes and looked at the old man in front of him.

The latter actually bowed slightly.

The old man in the Confucian shirt got straight to the point and said, "The old man wants to ask a question." ”

The young monk asked rhetorically, "Ask for Daoxuan Academy, or for Fuyao World?"

The old man's answer was unexpected, "It's not so lofty, the old man is asking for himself." ”

He was a little surprised, and he bent his finger in front of him, and the scroll instantly stopped.

"Just ask. ”