Cut Guangshan.

The morning light, accompanied by the chirping of geese, penetrated through the gap between the twin peaks of lonely cold and heating.

In the winter snow, those warm lights are slowly melting the ice and snow.

Outside the mountain temple, two people watched the view.

The black-shirted young swordsman, seeing the white-clothed young sword fairy beside him, lightly pinched the sword trick to urge the fairy sword to contain light, danced in the snow, and built a snowman in the snow with his unparalleled exquisite control of the tip of the sword.

Li Zijin smiled bitterly: "You didn't want to tell me the realm before, in fact, I should have thought of it a long time ago." ”

Jiang Xiang laughed.

Li Zijin continued: "The minimum realm requirement for holding Chengying is Jin Dan. Presumably, Hanguang, who is also a fairy sword, is the same. Jiang Xiang, you are Jindan Realm. ”

The white-clothed young man stretched out his index finger, shook it left and right in front of the black-clothed young man's eyes, and added, "Pay attention to your wording, it's the peak sword immortal of the Jindan realm." ”

Before Jindan, the world's sword cultivation could only be called sword cultivation.

Once you enter the Jindan realm, you will have an extra life in your body, and you can travel the world with your sword.

What's more, only when you reach the Jindan realm can you make the sword qi transform and fly out of the sword body.

In the distance, Yao Yao hurt people with his sword qi.

Therefore, the sword cultivation above Jindan is called a sword immortal.

And the peak of Jindan in Jiang Xiang's mouth means that he is about to break through the realm and become an Eight Realms Yuan Infant Qi Refiner.

"You can't be a dead old man who likes to pretend to be tender, right?" Li Zijin laughed angrily.

"Phew. Jiang Xiang glanced at him viciously, cocked his thumb and pointed at himself, "Uncle, I am truly seventeen years old." No, after this year, it seems to be eighteen. Anyway, I can't remember my birthday, so it's the last day of the year. ”

Li Zijin thought for a while, "Then you started practicing swords in your mother's womb?"

He is also seventeen years old, why is he not in the Jindan Realm?

Jiang Xiang smiled: "What's the matter, I'm angry with you." ”

Li Zijin couldn't cry or laugh, when he met Jiang Xiang in Sleepless Mountain, he and Jiang Xiang in Cutting Guangshan at this moment were like two people.

Either this guy was in Sleepless Mountain at the time, and in order to disguise the identity of the disciple of the farmer's family, he deliberately pretended to be crazy and stupid.

Or maybe this guy died once, and his temperament changed drastically.

Earlier, he promised the pink-clothed fairy to let Jiang Xiang recuperate in bed for three months.

Now that March has passed, autumn has turned into winter, and he has fulfilled his promise.

Li Zijin glanced at it obliquely, and saw that Jiang Xiang was a little bored with Hanguang, so he simply got up.

"What are you doing?" asked Li Zijin.

The white-clothed young man's momentum changed suddenly, and he chuckled: "Let you see how superb the master's swordsmanship is." ”

"Who wouldn't brag, if you really say yes, you will almost be beaten to death?" Li Zijin snorted.

Jiang Xiang didn't refute anything, so he was right to be fearless of the ignorant, after all, if Li Zijin knew that the one who almost killed him was the doppelganger of a demon of the Ten Realms, I am afraid that kid would be scared half to death.

Not right······ Li Zijin, that guy has never been to the demon wilderness, and he has no concept of the big demon in his mind.

After thinking about it, Jiang Xiang finally sighed, feeling that it was really tiring to chat with a guy with a low realm, and he couldn't even brag about it.

Jiang Xiang took a deep breath and rested in bed for three months, and he had not used his sword for several days, nor had he practiced sword.

So let me see if my swordsmanship has regressed today.

The next moment, the black-shirted young swordsman sitting in front of the mountain temple instantly squinted, because the white-clothed young man in the distance had gently spread out his left hand.

In the palm of his hand, there was a snow-white long sword that gradually emerged, transparent throughout, like light and illusion.

It was condensed with the pure sword qi of the Sword Immortal.

Jiang Xiang held the sword qi long sword in his left hand, put his right hand in front of his mouth, and blew lightly forward.

I saw that three zhang in front of him, the fairy sword was held by another "Jiang Xiang".

Li Zijin was shocked, looked over there, and exclaimed, "What a powerful doppelganger." ”

Jiang Xiang blew out that breath, which was a unique aura in the sea of immortal consciousness in the Jindan realm.

Different from the Qi Refiners under the Jindan Realm, above the Jindan Realm, the aura is more refined and pure, and it can be turned into substance.

The doppelganger of the ordinary Dao Gate, the body that separated, has almost no combat effectiveness, and it will be broken when touched.

It is completely incomparable to the clone condensed by Jiang Xiang with aura in front of him.

It's just a matter of indifference.

Jiang Xiang's clone blown out with his own aura almost has half of the combat power of the Jindan Realm.

Playing against it is very beneficial. What's more, because the other party is almost half of Jiang Xiang, he knows Jiang Xiang's sword moves well.

If you ask yourself for a sword, the harvest will inevitably be far greater than practicing with others.

Li Zijin nodded lightly, and secretly wrote down this method of "practicing with himself", and planned to practice swords in this way after entering the Jindan realm in the future.

If it is said that Su Hancai, the Jindan Sword Immortal who met by chance in Honghu Prefecture, let the young man appreciate what an "insurmountable gap" is.

So today's white-clothed Jindan peak young sword immortal made Li Zijin appreciate what a sword immortal is.

The sword qi condenses the long sword, and the aura turns into a clone.

Jiang Xiang's body held the sword qi long sword in his hand, and let his clone hold the fairy sword with light.

A sword questioning officially began.

The person watching the battle was a nominal sword master, but now he was still a young sword cultivator in the Peiyuan Realm.

I didn't see how Jiang Xiang moved, the snow-white and transparent sword qi long sword in his hand had already separated a small sword qi, like a needle flashing out, and went straight to Jiang Xiang's clone wrist, intending to shoot the fairy sword with light from the clone's arm.

The clone lifted Hanguang upwards and lifted the subtle sword qi away.

The sword qi did not disperse, and it went straight to the clouds.

Push aside a golden cloud shrouded in the early morning sun.

The clouds dispersed into rain, and when they fell from the sky, they turned into countless sword qi and fell straight towards Jiang Xiang's body.

The shock in Li Zijin's heart can no longer be described in words.

It's just the first move, Jiang Xiang's body and doppelganger only handed each other the first sword, it was already so exaggerated?

Jiang Xiang's clone used to pick up the sword qi, hitting the clouds and turning the rain, and the rain turning the sword qi.

Not to mention more, just such a sword, Li Zijin couldn't think of it, and he couldn't do it.

If he hadn't seen this mysterious scene with his own eyes today, I am afraid that even if he entered the Jindan realm in the future, he might not be able to create such an amazing and brilliant sword.

When Li Zijin looked at the white-clothed young man again, his eyes had changed, Jiang Xiang was undoubtedly a genius in swordsmanship.

Looking at this kind of kendo genius's sword practice, the gains he gets will inevitably not be small.

The young man was engrossed in his attention and continued to look at the field, where Jiang Xiang and Jiang Xiang were clones, and they were seeing each other.

The young man in white, after seeing that his doppelganger came to a sword qi to hit the clouds and turn into rain, and the rain turned into sword qi again, he couldn't help but be a little funny.

Because this sword is a style that Jiang Xiang comprehended after performing tricks by the troupe in the city when he was a child.

He named this sword "Yunsan".

It's just that among Jiang Xiang's dozens of self-created sword moves, "Yun San" is not a very powerful sword move.

Jiang Xiang muttered softly: "Because after the clouds disperse, there will be clouds gathering······

In the face of the rain of swords, Jiang Xiang only stomped his foot lightly, shaking countless snowflakes on the ground.

With Jiang Xiang's body as the center of the circle, within a radius of ten zhang, all snowflakes float in the air in an instant.

The young man in white lifted the sword qi long sword in his hand and "pointed" upward.

Those snowflakes rose to the sky in an instant, as if every snowflake was aiming at every drop of sword rain by itself.

The rain of swords falling from the sky and the snow of swords flying on the ground collided in mid-air and then merged.

However, just when Li Zijin thought that the rain and snow were about to fall together, he instantly stood up and looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

I saw the rain and snow in mid-air, blending and changing, floating and spinning, and then, Jiang Xiang on the ground took off with a sword qi and directly sent all the rain and snow to the clouds.

He crumpled the white clouds and gathered them together.

The clouds are scattered.

A true fairy in white.

A larger cloud appeared in the sky.

On the ground outside the mountain temple, there was a large area of dirt, which was not covered with snow.

Li Zijin's expression had never been so serious, and he cast his eyes on the two white-clothed people in the distance, unwilling to let go of any detail of the sword between them.

To put it bluntly, Li Zijin only watched this sword question, which was better than practicing swords for three years.

The two white-clothed people in the field, after dismantling each other's moves, no longer used their sword qi to face the enemy from afar.

Suddenly, the two white clothes disappeared in place almost at the same time, and they both went to each other's side.

They collided in the middle of the way, and the sword qi long sword and the fairy sword were in a short encounter.

The light was so dazzling that Li Zijin, who had made the mountain temple fight, had to cover most of the sword light with his palm.

In the next moment, the young man saw from his fingers outside the field, and the sword light flickered non-stop.

Jiang Xiang held the sword qi long sword, and constantly collided, flickered, and intersected with the clone holding the fairy sword with light.

The twin swords rang loudly, and the sword light was faster than the morning light, illuminating the cutting light under the mountain in advance.

"So fast. Li Zijin muttered softly.

The two white-clothed sword immortals in the field were swordsmanship with each other at an increasing speed.

At first, Li Zijin could also see the way and angle of their sword.

However, as the battle became more and more intense, in the back, Li Zijin could no longer see how Jiang Xiang used his sword at all.

And even in the very beginning of this sword question, Jiang Xiang's many ways of swords are far beyond the imagination of the young man.

Jiang Xiang's posture of holding the sword and the technique of breaking the move are too mysterious, like being stuck in the "blind spot" of all sword cultivation in the world.

Ability to see blind spots that others can't see.

This was the first time that the black-shirted young man outside the mountain temple felt that the gap between himself and other sword cultivators could not be in the realm, only in swordsmanship.

As everyone knows, there is a little guy who has been sitting on the threshold of the gate of the mountain temple unconsciously.

Just behind Li Zijin, he was dumbfounded, and his eyes and mouth couldn't be bigger.

Miao Zhu said shortly, swallowed his saliva, looked at the two white-clothed figures outside the mountain temple, and was speechless in surprise.

Dao Short still remembers that his own Wang Shanjun is also in the Jindan realm, and he is sitting in the Jieguang Mountain, and the mountain monarch should mention a realm and regard it as the Yuanying realm.

But Wang Ruoyi, who can be regarded as the ruler of the Yuan Infant Realm, has never brought such an exaggerated visual experience as the short aisle.

That can really be called a fairy fight.

A ray of golden light flashed in the main hall of the mountain temple.

The Female Mountain Monarch Ruoyi quietly appeared beside Li Zijin and Dao Short.

Wang Ruoyi said with a smile: "It stands to reason that Jiang Daoyou's sword practice method is already a secret, and it shouldn't be shown lightly." ”

Li Zijin suddenly turned his head to look at the woman Shanjun beside him, and seemed to feel something in his heart.

The Ruler of Jieguang Mountain continued: "The Qi refiners on the mountain, seeking the road to immortality, is equivalent to thousands of troops crossing a single-plank bridge. On that single-plank bridge, either you squeeze me down, or I squeeze you down. Especially sword cultivation, this is the most taboo. Among the two people who are extremely close in swordsmanship, the climbing path is narrow, and once one person passes, it is difficult for the other person to pass. ”

Li Zijin said softly: "It's like, the sword intent in the realm of selflessness, after being comprehended by one sword cultivator, can no longer be comprehended by another sword cultivator, right?"

Wang Ruoyi raised her eyebrows, "That's right." ”

The young man had a very good relationship with Shanjun, and during the period of practice in Jieguang Mountain, the two talked very happily and often chatted at night.

Therefore, for the fact that he had entered the "realm of selflessness" to comprehend the sword intent, Li Zijin did not hide his selfishness.

It's just that he didn't make it clear that he comprehended the two sword intents of spring breeze and spring rain.

And the woman Shanjun also told the boy all her secrets, which can be regarded as a sign of mutual trust.

Wang Ruoyi continued: "Although I don't know why Jiang Xiang is showing this in front of you, what you need to understand is that he is definitely not showing off anything to you, but hoping that you can get something from his sword with the doppelganger.

Although in this way, it is very likely to rob the sword luck that originally belonged to him. Whether it is a world or a state, a secular dynasty, a small vassal country, a landscape-shaped land, or a blessed land, the luck of each of these places is extremely limited. Literary luck, martial arts, national luck, kendo luck······ These lucks are usually counted, there are 'you' and no 'me'. ”

The woman Shanjun smiled: "Jiang Daoyou and Li Daoyou are both my friends. However, in comparison, I have known Li Daoyou for a longer time and have a better personal relationship, so I like that Li Daoyou can take a good look and write down today's harvest for you to ······climb high in the future."

Before she finished speaking, the young swordsman in the black shirt had already turned around and walked towards the mountain temple.

Li Zijin used to know about luck, but he didn't know so much.

He knew that the Qi Refiner was to cross the single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses to seek immortality, but he didn't know that on this bridge, there was me without you.

Not to mention, if he continues to watch Jiang Xiang take out the sword now, it is equivalent to snatching the sword luck that originally belonged to him from Jiang Xiang.

Ask yourself, this kind of stealing other people's things halfway, the teenager can't do it.

In the hearts of teenagers, climbing is a must to climb, but not unscrupulous.

You can't just ignore anything just to climb the mountain.

For example, in the city of Hongzhou, Nahonghuzhou, when the boy planned to climb the city wall at night to watch the scenery, he was stopped by two officers and soldiers of the night vigil.

It's just because he has a sword behind him, and the officers and soldiers happen to be prejudiced against swordsmen and sword cultivators.

That night, if you want to insist on ascending, it is not impossible.

It's just that, just like Li Zijin himself said, the city wall of Hongzhou City may have a beautiful scenery, but compared to this, the young man wants to climb the city wall that was built in the hearts of the world just to stop the sword cultivation, and on the city wall that is piled up by pride and prejudice, there may be a more beautiful scenery.

The same is true today.

He wouldn't snatch those kendo luck from Jiang Xiang for the sake of kendo ascending.

Even if Jiang Xiang didn't do it intentionally, even if it wasn't a test for Jiang Xiang for him.

But in Li Zijin's heart, every choice in life is a test and a practice.

So the boy turned around and walked into the mountain temple, no longer looking at the young man who was extremely similar to his own swordsmanship practicing swords.

People in the world, he can watch and learn anyone's swordsmanship, but Jiang Xiang's can't.

Even if the final fate wants the two to be superior on that single-plank bridge, Li Zijin hopes that he will fight with his strength, even if he will lose, it doesn't matter, just try his best.

He was the only one who couldn't bear that he defeated Jiang Xiang by relying on the method of "favoritism and fraud". This can be regarded as an obsession in Li Zijin's heart.

At the gate of the mountain temple, the female mountain monarch Ruoyi and the temple Zhudao glanced at the back of the young swordsman who left in a hurry, and looked at each other speechlessly.

Wang Ruoyi suddenly smiled brightly and said: "If you really rob Jiang Xiang's luck, then it is not the Li Zijin we know." ”

Dao Short nodded lightly: "Brother Zijin is good at everything, but he is too sincere, this character will go to the rivers and lakes in the future, and it will be easy to suffer." ”

The woman Shanjun stretched out a slender jade finger, poked Dao Short's forehead, and chuckled: "If you have this kung fu to worry about others, it is better to cultivate yourself." Why, your master named you Dao Short, you really plan to live a short life?"

Dao Short rubbed his forehead with one hand, and said aggrievedly: "Master's Dao is higher than the sky, even he said that my life is like this, this is the 'Mandate of Heaven', can I still be long?"

Wang Ruoyi sighed, a little angry, and said earnestly: "Then did your master tell you that things are man-made, and people will win the day?"

The woman said: "Do you remember those ordinary people who came to our temple to offer incense? Many of them found a fortune-telling stall on the side of the road, and were deceived by some blind old men with three-legged cat kung fu. Some people feel that the glory and wealth are not far away, some people feel that this life is like this, some people can clearly rely on real talent and real learning to gain fame, but they still need to do more divination, some people clearly know that other girls don't like themselves, and want to buy a few red lines from the fortune teller's stall, they think it is the marriage line of the old moon, and some people chase the chickens and dogs to steal things, and find those half-hung fortune tellers to divination, and as a result, they learn from the fortune teller that they will live a hundred years old, and then turn around and continue to rooster and dog thieves. What does it mean to build bridges and repair roads without corpses, kill people and set fire to gold belts? Isn't it all based on false rumors and partial generalizations? One in 10,000 people is like this, and they make a big and wanton propaganda, thinking that everyone in the world is like this. The same is true for fortune-telling, among 10,000 people, one person was lucky enough to be deceived and fulfilled the so-called 'Mandate of Heaven'. What's funny is, have those half-hung 'immortals' who tell fortunes for others ever calculated for themselves, and if so, what is the result? If they don't even believe in themselves, who gave them the bear-hearted leopard gall to tell fortunes for the world?"

As a god of a country, the female mountain monarch must have a much shorter understanding of the so-called Heavenly Dao or the Mandate of Heaven than the Temple Blessing Dao.

More than anyone else, she hopes that the short road can walk out of a long road, not a short road, a long road, not a short road, but a long road.

And whether it is a half-hung charlatan, or a clever plan with real goods in their stomachs, is the destiny they calculated really the only kind of "destiny"?

The "Mandate of Heaven" says that I am prosperous and rich, so that I can sit at home and wait for the gold and silver to come to my door?

The "Mandate of Heaven" said that I was hungry, cold and poor, so I gave up on myself, didn't try hard, and changed my "life" against the sky?

The Dao Ancestor who can really count the Mandate of Heaven has said a word.

Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement.

Life is in the world, sailing against the current, and if you don't advance, you will retreat.

How can you cut off your own "life" from the mouth of others?

What if it's accurate, and what if it's not?

The destiny of heaven is always in the hands of each individual.

Wang Ruoyi finally said: "The road is short, have you ever thought about what the real destiny is?"

The little one shook his head.

The woman continued: "Haven't you ever thought that there is more than one kind of destiny? Let's make an assumption, suppose you have a so-called 'destiny', which means that your cultivation is hopeless in this life, so the path is short. So after you heeded this so-called prophecy, and since then you have been in a state of despair, and have no intention of cultivating, have you become a slave of the 'Mandate of Heaven'?

Let me put it another way. The path is short, have you ever thought that one of the mandates of heaven is to calculate that you will ask the master to deduce for you, and the result of this deference is not good, so you develop towards this bad result, and in the end, it will really come true, and there is no hope of cultivating the Tao for a lifetime.

If, I mean, if, in this world, there really is a second kind of destiny, and in the second so-called 'destiny', you choose not to believe in the results of the destiny, and you plan to fight with all your might, and although it is hard and bumpy, it is not completely without a chance. Maybe you will eventually be able to change the first destiny, achieve the second destiny, and walk out of a long road, and the road will change from short to long?"

The words of the female mountain gentleman are like an empowerment.

Miao Zhudao changed his cynical look, and it was rare to bow his head in contemplation with some seriousness.

Wang Ruoyi turned around, stepped over the threshold in one step, and turned into golden light and returned to the golden body of the mountain god.

At this point, whether or not we can break through the obstacle of the so-called "mandate of heaven" depends entirely on personal creation.

Then again, the master who has a short path is known as the Taoist Dharma, and he is the master of the fairy sword, can he not even understand the truth that he understands as a little mountain monarch, and that Taoist chief?

Thousands of miles away from Sangro Prefecture, on a mountain peak called Baiyun, a young Taoist with a sword behind his back sat under the withered vines and old trees.

Under the tree is a chessboard, and on the opposite side sits himself.

The young Taoist played against himself, and when he heard the words of a woman in the distance, he smiled.

In fact, about things in man and man to win the day, these two things, there was already a city lord of Linglong City before, who "taught Fu Shen a lesson".

Of course, in life, hiding is a technical job.

At that time, the young Taoist pretended to be a fool and pretended to be very similar.

Fu Shen smiled and said: "Chang Sisi has a sentence that wins my heart. ”

Fu Shen's clone, who was sitting opposite Fu Shen, said "Oh?" and asked what it was.

The young Taoist smiled and pointed to it.

That Hou Ye once said.

The avenue is fifty, the sky is forty-nine, and people escape one of them.

Silly apprentice, your way is far away.

Outside the mountain temple.

The temple said that the heart was short, and a sentence sounded.

The Mandate of Heaven can also be violated.

Jiang Xiang glanced at the black-shirted young man who turned around and walked into the mountain temple.

"It's you, Li Zijin. The boy smiled.

If that young man really planned to snatch the kendo luck from Jiang Xiang after knowing about the matter of "I have you without you", then there is no doubt that not only will this move not succeed, but Jiang Xiang, who has already walked on the road to the heights first, will also take away the kendo luck that originally belonged to Li Zijin.

Because Li Zijin, who chose to "rob while the fire is burning", is not worthy of being the last sword master.

Fortunately, the young man reined in the precipice and turned back in time.

In the wind and snow, the white-clothed sword immortal swiped his sword, and the clone in the distance instantly turned into a puddle of snow water.

The young man snapped his fingers slightly, and the fairy sword returned to his hand by itself, and the sword qi long sword that was originally held by Jiang Xiang in his left hand turned into a sword light and flew out from the first line of sky between the Lonely Cold Peak and the Heating Peak of Qiguang Mountain.

The sword intent has passed through a hundred cities, and the sword qi has traveled thousands of miles.