Shake the world, Cangyun Sword Sect.

The straw sandals boy was carrying a pair of swords behind him, but he held a bamboo knife in his hand, and he was constantly chopping the pile of wooden stakes in front of him with the cross slash he was most proud of.

This is a cultivation ground specially built by the Cangyun Sword Sect for the disciples, which is divided into two parts.

One part, similar to the "meditation practice room" of some immortal sects on the mountain, is a single room, no one disturbs, and it is most suitable to calm down and meditate and practice, or comprehend swordsmanship and practice the mind.

The other part is where the straw sandals boy is now, practicing the sword platform.

The sword training platform is located on the top of a secondary peak of the Cangyun Sword School, named Stacked Peak, three hundred zhang high, extremely close to the clouds, there is no trail on the peak, overgrown with weeds, moss is all over, the test is the disciples' mountaineering skills, sharpening the body.

At the peak, there are hundreds of wooden stakes, which are regarded as imaginary enemies by the disciples, and practicing swords with them is boring and boring, but it is extremely training the mind and laying a good foundation.

It was still early, and at this time, when the roosters under the mountain had just crowed, the straw sandals boy came to the sword training platform early.

Only practice one move, cross slash.

I still remember that last year in Buye Mountain, in the sword shop of the Chaoxue Festival, I lost to Brother Li.

Although the senior brother did not blame himself, and after returning to the sect, the head of the sect only said that he was still young if he continued to work hard.

But Ding Yu, who was clearly rushing to win the sword and go to participate in the Chaoxue Festival, always felt bad in his heart, and felt that he was not diligent enough to live up to the expectations of his senior brother and master.

Most importantly, he believes that he has lived up to his expectations of himself.

Is talent more important, or is effort more important?

It's an eternal topic.

There are people who can read ten lines at a glance and never forget them, quoting scriptures, poems and songs, and they are easy to come by. Debating with others, citing from the side, talking about the past and the present, and talking endlessly. No matter how "partial" the knowledge, such a reader can easily see it in his eyes, remember it in his heart, and then blurt it out without hesitation.

There are also those who have studied hard for ten years, or even longer, but they have failed in the imperial examination every year, and then their heads are hanging from the beam, cone and piercing the stocks, working hard, becoming more and more diligent, and fighting again in the examination room next year.

Compared with a person who never forgets and reads ten lines at a glance, such an effort may seem a little insignificant at first glance.

For those who have no talent to read, it is extremely difficult to see the words in the book, and they have to memorize and keep it in mind, which is more like a water mill, just like the woman who started needlework, needed a needle and a thread, slowly interspersed, and had to be cautious halfway, otherwise once the needlework went wrong, most of them had to be overturned and restarted.

Especially in poor families, there is no extra brocade fabric, and when it comes to making things, you need to be extremely careful, not sages, but also to force yourself not to make mistakes.

At the foot of the mountain, the game of talent and hard work is already a matter of opinion.

In the world of the mountain people, those kendo geniuses who have not been born for a hundred years have countless halos on their bodies.

In your spare time, you can enjoy the mountains and rivers, watch the spring flowers and autumn rain, the winter snow and summer thunder, the flowers, birds, fish and insects, the world is big, where is not the true meaning of kendo?

These kendo geniuses, with heavy sword intent and long sword qi, are not the key to being envied by others.

The place where others envy them is precisely the "less sword practice" that is most easily ignored.

There is little sword practice, but he can still have heavy sword intent and long sword energy. This is the so-called "genius".

But this straw sandals boy of the Cangyun Sword Sect has always gotten up much earlier and slept much later than his fellow brothers. The time squeezed out was all used to practice swords.

He is a typical example of "practicing more swords", so whenever Ding Yu breaks through the realm faster than his fellow brothers and sisters, I hear those brothers praising him as a genius, and the word "genius" is heard in the ears of a young man, as if he is scolding, how to listen to it is not a taste.

I got up early and greedy for darkness, practiced swords while you were eating, sleeping, fishing, and paddling, and worked almost twice the effort, and the insignificant lead in exchange for such a price was actually summed up by you with the word "genius" in an understatement?

Naturally, it's too lightweight.

The two swords were shot out horizontally and vertically, and the bamboo knife in his hand left two straight and crossed marks on the wooden stake in front of him, and then he struck a powerful blow, and even directly penetrated the wooden stake made of lightning jujube wood.

The "imaginary enemy" in front of him flew out in response.

Crashed into an oncoming sword cultivator.

The man in a yellow shirt and long coat, holding a scabbard in his hand, raised his hand at will, and lifted it diagonally with the scabbard, and broke the stake that came in the air.

Scattered all over the place.

Ding Yu was stunned, and then clasped his fist towards the sword cultivator and said, "Senior brother." ”

Qi Changsheng walked in front of him, gently pressed the young man's hand down, nodded and said: "Sword training must also be relaxed and moderate, Qi Refiner, after all, the road is longer than anyone, just fast is not enough." ”

Smart people who see things very thoroughly. Qi Changsheng's words to teach his junior brother are like the woman in the Yanyu Building, teaching the girl tomorrow night.

But Mingye and Ding Yu, the two young girls, both lost at the hands of the same person.

The one who is better than the two young girls is in the middle of a very dark trough in his life.

And before that, the teenager thought that the fire in Taiping County was the most painful thing.

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Sangro Prefecture, Jieshi Mountain.

The young man was gray-headed and dirty.

Even the nightless jade plaque that he cherished the most before was covered with dust.

The black hair is fluffy and messy, scattered haphazardly.

He is Li Zijin, but he is not Li Zijin anymore.

"Li Zijin, where are you going?"

The paper man followed the young man without incident, and ran out of breath.

Xing Shen, a blind Taoist, couldn't keep up with Li Zijin, who woke up, and was left far behind by a person, a paper person.

The young man ate the tears of the dragon carp, and he was really resurrected immediately with full blood, and he turned the willow body method and wanted to jump into the sea.

Naturally, he was stopped by the blind Taoist who drove the Dao Fa.

It seems that a barrier has been cast on the edge of that cliff, no matter how fast Li Zijin rushes to the edge of the cliff or how high he jumps, it doesn't help.

He just couldn't break through the barrier that Xing Shen cast.

However, in Xing Shen's eyes, at this moment, the young man named Li Zijin needed to rush away the most was not the barrier that he used on the edge of the cliff of Jieshi Mountain to protect his life.

What the teenager needs to break away is the barrier in his heart.

Is it better to mourn than to die?

Perhaps this is not enough to describe the state of mind of the teenager at the moment.

After waking up, after listening to Xing Shen and Wufu's explanation, he was silent after thinking that the innocent girl jumped into the East China Sea because she wanted to save herself.

didn't say a word, but just like that girl, she stood on the edge of the cliff of Jieshi Mountain, taking one step at a time, wanting to fall straight into the East China Sea.

Stopped by Xing Shen's Dao method, he retreated, took "that step" again, and so on until he fell to the ground with exhaustion.

Fell to the ground again and again, and fell in front of the broken stone tablet engraved with "There is a carp here, and it is a dragon into the sea".

Again and again, he climbed up with the stone tablet, gray and dirty.

Wretched.

In Xing Shen's eyes, he really only felt that young man was really pitiful.

Moving the mountain sword qi almost stirred up his cave holes, back and forth, the three of them came from Xingfu to this Jieshi Mountain for a few months, the remaining sword qi in the young man's body, just like moving the mountain, peeled off the cocoon, and slowly moved his Yangshou away one by one.

If it weren't for the koi girl who was born in the spirit and was willing to "enter the sea and turn into a dragon", sacrifice her hard-won body, leave a few dragon carp tears, help the boy repair the holes of the cave, and dissolve the wisps of mountain-moving sword qi in her body, I am afraid that the gray-faced young man at the moment would really be buried in the dust.

But even so, his body is better, but Yangshou has really been moved away a lot.

Xing Shen only dared to roughly deduce it, and then calculated the number of five fingers.

The young man named Li Zijin was moved by a Jindan Sword Immortal before his death, and the Yang Shou of the five fingers was removed.

Not five years, but fifty years.

How old is he now?

Seventeen only.

A sword cultivator in the Peiyuan Realm has a "hundred-year" lifespan that is indistinguishable from ordinary people, but in fact, how many ordinary people can really live to be a hundred years old?

Seventy or eighty may be the end of the life span of many mortals.

Without the blessing of realm cultivation, how many years does that young man have to live?

Thinking about it this way, it's really no wonder that after he woke up, he still didn't want to live.

Maybe it's not enough to mourn more than die in the heart, but also to die.

"Li Zijin, can you slow down?

The paper man had nothing to do and first glimpsed the door, but he was just the essence of the Ming Realm, and he had very little aura, and he was very difficult to follow the young man.

I don't know if he lost his mind and went crazy, or if there was something wrong, he couldn't jump into the sea, so he turned his head and walked down the mountain.

Is it possible that you still want to go down the mountain and into the East China Sea?

Nothing to do, he really thought of the young man's thoughts.

Li Zijin thought at the moment, and glanced at it.

Li Zijin lowered his head, held the Cuiqu sword, and staggered down the mountain.

I didn't take a steady step, and tumbled down the stairs down the mountain.

Well, in addition to being a little dirtier, he also broke his head and broke his blood, climbed more than a dozen steps up the stairs, and finally rolled under a towering tree, and was blocked by the trunk, and his back slammed into the trunk with a low sound.

If it weren't for the fact that there was still a Peiyuan Realm sword cultivator, plus the physical foundation of the Body Refining Realm martial artist was there, I am afraid that just this fall down the mountain would be enough to kill him.

The young man, like a wooden man, hugged the trunk of the tree, slowly stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth at will, and continued to walk down the mountain like a madman.

Standing here, you can already see the coast, it's close.

Li Zijin fell like this, the paper man behind him was fine, and the Taoist Xing Shen, who was blind and not blind, naturally narrowed the distance between him and the young man, and quickly caught up with him.

The little guy the size of a palm jumped at the boy's feet, hugged his feet hard, and then used his paper legs to press hard against the ground.

Mayflies shake trees?

Nothing happened, but tried to stop the boy in vain.

The paper legs were folded in an instant.

Fortunately, it was just a pale paper figure, and after falling to the ground for a moment, the paper legs returned to their original state, turned over, and continued to chase the young man in a black and red brocade robe.

Xing Shen looked at Li Zijin who was gradually walking to the beach, and he couldn't help but speed up his pace. It's okay to be on the edge of the cliff at the top of Jieshi Mountain, the place is small, and with his realm, he can block such a small cliff and prevent the boy from jumping off the cliff, but now that he is here, the coastline is vast and long, and he Xing Shen asked himself if he didn't have such a heavenly skill, and he could use Taoism to block the entire coastline and prevent Li Zijin from going into the sea.

In a hurry, the blind Taoist made a seal with both hands, summoned the sword trick in the basket behind him, flew to the young man, and the peach wood sword made of jujube wood by lightning instantly transformed into dozens of peach wood swords, forming a wooden sword cage and blocking Li Zijin inside.

The boy really didn't leave, and sat down in place, sitting in the peach cage, his eyes resting on the water of the East China Sea, which was already close at hand.

Xing Shen saw that the young man did not hit the wooden sword cage with his head in frenzy, and knew that he was actually still sensible, but it was difficult to accept the fact of losing his junior sister for a while, so he wanted to jump into the East China Sea with all his heart.

But what's the use of jumping?

The girl won't come back.

Not only that, but you kid has to drown.

drowned, and let the kindness of the family be in vain, it's not worth it.

The paper man walked through the gaps in the wooden swords, and entered the cage, where he sat with the lost young man, at his feet, again without saying a word.

Persuaded, pulled, can't be persuaded, can't pull back. What else?

It's nothing more than jumping into the sea with him.

Pity me, the little goblin of the Enlightenment Realm, who has not been able to cultivate his human body, and is about to die here, woo······

The little guy felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.

Xing Shen walked to the edge of the wooden sword cage, and after considering the wording, he slowly spoke: "Young people, don't think about it if you don't agree with each other, it's a big thing, and when you look back in the future, you will actually find that it's just that." If you don't understand it today, leave it for tomorrow to think about it, and if you can't figure it out tomorrow, leave it for later, and wait for a few years to think about it, and then look back, maybe it will suddenly become clear, and you don't know?"

Xing Shen tried hard to persuade the young man, in fact, he also knew that Li Zijin, who had lost fifty years of longevity, would not be able to live for a few years.

But in the hearts of the blind Taoists, if they can live one more day, they can be regarded as earning, and if they can live a few more years, they will live a few more years.

The boy was unmoved, just quietly watching the sea.

Xing Shen refused to give up, saved someone's life, and won the seventh-level floating slaughter, he really didn't want to see a young man in such a good life and lose his life.

He thought for a while, and then persuaded: "I know you can't accept it for a while, but people have to face the reality, right? That girl originally came from the water, and now she has returned to the water, which can be regarded as a fallen leaf and returned to her roots, not to mention, a koi carp, jumping over the dragon gate, entering the sea and turning into a dragon, this is a great joy, how many people can't ask for it, why won't you, who is a senior brother, be happy for your junior sister?"

The young man finally turned his head and asked softly, "Was my junior sister happy when she jumped into the sea?"

The blind Taoist was stunned, "This ······"

Into the sea for the dragon.

What a grand vision, countless descendants of the water tribe, something that the river dragon dreams of.

Just like a scholar, the imperial examination high school, once famous, known to the world, returned to his hometown in fine clothes, his parents and fellow villagers were impressed, and relatives and friends congratulated him non-stop. But what the reader wants most in his heart is not these, but the understanding and companionship of his father when he was young.

is like a pure martial artist, galloping on the battlefield, raising swords and horses, making meritorious achievements, and killing from an unknown person to a victorious general. Maybe what the pure martial artist wants most in his heart is not the name of the so-called victorious general, but just to be able to accompany his wife and children, a family of three, and enjoy the joy of family.

Just like a female sword immortal, known as a kendo genius who has not been born for a hundred years, now one of the ten people in the world of Fuyao, as the sect master of one of the top ten sects in the world, admired by thousands of people, and respected by the world.

Although the world is big, she has nowhere to go, and no one can be killed.

But what she wants most in her heart is not these.

It's just a sweetheart who also wants to be a sweetheart.

People like him, him, her, and many more.

They seem to get a lot, but they want very little.

Li Zijin can see this layer, so entering the sea as a dragon sounds good, and it doesn't look bad.

But the real key to all this is, does my junior sister want this?

What the junior sister wanted, he didn't know.

But he knew that entering the sea as a dragon must be something that his junior sister didn't want.

If it weren't for his recklessness, he rashly went to share life and death with that fake Zhuang Die, he would not have been seriously injured, and he would have been hit by the wisp of mountain-moving sword qi and smashed the cave and sucked away Yangshou. The junior sister will not because of this, the fish jumped into the sea, relying on the few dragon carp tears left before entering the sea to transform into the dragon, saving her life.

Rather than this, he would rather be hopeless, at least Hong Shao didn't have to sacrifice his life for him.

It is good for the dragon, but in the eyes of the young man, the price of freedom is higher, and he knows that in Hong Shao's heart, it is also the same.

has walked through countless mountains and rivers with his sister and made friends, it can be said that no one in the world knows Hongshao better than him Li Zijin, even the Taoist ancestor who is in control of everything is here, Li Zijin also said so, without hesitation.

Xing Shen was speechless, but he was still a little happy in his heart, because it was not considered that there was no progress, after all, the young man was finally willing to speak.

As long as he no longer acts like a stuffy gourd and hides everything in his heart, then there is always a way to persuade him to get his mind back.

Xing Shen pondered for a moment and said: "How do you know, this is not what your junior sister wants? As far as I know, but anyone who swims in the water, who has opened his mind, and who is psychic and wise, there is really no one who does not want to enter the sea to turn into a dragon, and has become an orthodox dragon clan, with a lifespan of hundreds of years and thousands of years, which is a lot more than the ordinary monster spirit, and it is used to cultivate and improve the realm. ”

The young man in the wooden sword cage said: "Hong Shao said that when she was still in turmoil, she desperately wanted to jump out of the water and see the world on the shore, even if it was just jumping up from the water and falling down heavily, she was very happy for an extremely short moment in the air, even if it was just to look at the world outside.

After gaining a human body, stepping on the shore, and leaving the water, everything in heaven and earth is new and interesting. How could such a Hong Shao be willing to jump into the East China Sea? The seniors said that they had never seen a water descendant who didn't want to turn into a dragon, but you just didn't know about Hong Shao. ”

The blind Taoist was speechless when he was refuted, but he was not angry or annoyed, but smiled and said: "It turns out that you kid, you are still very clear, even if this is the case, can't you still understand such a simple question? Knowing that your junior sister didn't want to enter the sea and turn into a dragon, then what you should do most is not to practice hard, attain the Tao as soon as possible, and re-cultivate her human body in the future?"

If you don't want to die, if you rush into the sea, you will only drown in vain, and it will not help, not to mention that you have taken a life in vain, and you have wasted the hard work of the Hongshao girl to you, and the Hongshao girl still has to be in the East China Sea, a hundred years and a thousand years, and slowly practice, so that the monkey can cultivate a human body and go ashore again?"

Li Zijin stopped talking.

Xing Shen saw the stitches and continued to add fuel to the fire: "The crux of the problem is that your kid is not open-minded, and he thinks that it is his own recklessness that caused your junior sister to jump into the East China Sea, so you feel that you rushed into the sea and drowned, so you can be worthy of your junior sister in your heart?"

According to the old man, your behavior is really stupid. Take 10,000 steps back and say, it's true that your junior sister jumped into the sea, but she didn't die. So what are you kid going to do here right now?"

The young man was stunned, he never thought about the blind Taoist's pointing, and explained it in simple terms, it turned out to be wise and foolish, and at first it seemed that he didn't get to the point at all, just to pave the way, so that he could open his heart, confide in the truth, and then follow the good temptation to prescribe the right medicine?

The dirty and unadult-looking Li Zijin slowly got up, and bowed his hand to Xing Shen and said deeply: "The younger generation has been taught. ”

Xing Shen smiled angrily: "Don't jump into the sea?"

The boy shook his head.

In fact, the young man didn't finish speaking, just now he was on the top of Jieshi Mountain, and he wanted to cut out the flowing water with the Cuiqu Sword, but unfortunately no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't show empathy.

It's a pity that he only succeeded once, and that time, with his skills, he could only go back to last night.

So the three of them came to Jieshi Mountain "again".

Hong Shao jumped into the sea again.

After that, Li Zijin knew that his current realm could only cut off the small amount of time between yesterday and tomorrow, and it was not enough to cut the night he fought against the fake Zhuang Die a few months ago.

That's why my heart is as dead as ashes, and I am so gloomy.

The Taoist flicked his sleeves at will, and the wooden sword cage was lifted in an instant, and dozens of peachwood swords returned to one, flying back into the basket behind the blind Taoist, and crashed into it.

The paper man heard Li Zijin and the old Taoist's words for nothing, and at first thought that the young man was hopeless.

Unexpectedly, the two chatted and chatted, and really talked about the flowers for that Xing Laodao?

No matter how much he enlightened and persuaded the useless young man, he was actually moved by the old Xing Dao Xiaozhi with emotion and reason, so he really persuaded him to ask and answer so much?

Sure enough, the ginger is still old and spicy.

Nothing happened with some joy, jumped on the wine gourd on the young man's waist, hugged the wooden stopper at the mouth of the gourd, and said with a smile: "Li Zijin, it's okay if you're fine." ”

Li Zijin wanted to squeeze out a smile, but unfortunately what he could do without effort on weekdays couldn't be done at this moment.

The boy just twitched the corners of his mouth, but he couldn't laugh.

Xing Shen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You don't have to thank me, no matter how much others say, it's actually useless." It is important that you convince yourself. ”

Li Zijin nodded, and gestured to the blind Taoist again.

Xing Shen hesitated for a moment and reminded: "Li Zijin, the matter of the secret realm of mountains and rivers, you need to put it aside for the time being. It's not that the old man doesn't want to help you, first, it's the art of Gelong that I can't do alone, in the past, it was my maid Zhuang Die who helped to help, and the old man was able to successfully enter and exit the secret realm of mountains and rivers, but my maid Zhuang Die died in the hands of the Jindan Sword Immortal who injured you a few months ago.

Second, your current situation is still not optimistic. Although there is no immediate concern, there are distant worries. The old man had the courage to deduce the heavenly opportunity, and deduced that your Yangshou had been moved away by the sword qi that moved the mountain for fifty years, presumably your time was running out, at most there were five years to live, and the old man conservatively estimated that it was only three years. ”

Hearing that he only had three years to live, the boy had no mood swings.

The blind Taoist continued: "You need to find all the ways to continue your yang life within three years, and do your best to survive. Whether it is the exercise or the elixir, the immortals give qi, the saints pass on the exercises, and take the demon pill.

In short, as long as it is a way to extend your longevity, you have to try, whether it can be successful or not is one thing, whether you do it or not is another thing.

On the way to find ways to extend your lifespan, you must not fall behind in your cultivation, only by constantly breaking through the realm, striving to reach the realm of Jindan as soon as possible, becoming an earth immortal, and refining that golden pill in your body, you can prolong your life for a hundred years, and pull you back from the ghost gate of the Lord of Yama. ”

Li Zijin said softly: "I know, thank you Senior Xing, for solving your doubts." ”

Xing Shen waved his hand, "It's okay, it's also a merit to solve people's doubts, cultivators pay attention to karma, and the old man is just accumulating virtue for his future 'calamity'." ”

The paper man who sat on the waist of the young man and gave the wine gourd mountain had nothing to do, and he also learned from Li Zijin in a good way, and sincerely acted towards the blind Taoist.

Xing Shen said with a smile: "This little guy is the most aura pale paper man I have ever seen, treat it well, maybe in the future, he can walk out of a road to heaven with the body of a pale paper man." ”

Li Zijin nodded, walked a few steps towards the beach again, and was about to worry about something to say, but was stopped by Xing Shen.

The blind old man shook his head and signaled that there was nothing to do and not to interfere with the young man's movements, which was not a big deal.

The black-shirted young man with a sword stood on the seashore like this, staring at the endless sea.

He stood by the sea for a long time, the sun set and the moon rose, until it was pitch black, and he could not see far, and he could not see it really, and then he planned to leave.

Before leaving, the young man muttered, "Senior sister, wait for me." ”

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A barefoot monk walks upside down over the East China Sea with a rosary in his hand.

But it's as if he has eyes behind him, and he can see the road ahead.

In the vicinity of Sangro Prefecture, facing the mountains and the sea.

I caught a glimpse of the rocky mountain top in the distance, and there were fish entering the sea, and they turned into dragons when they got wet.

The monk smiled and sang, praising the creation of heaven and earth, which is mysterious, and everything in the world has a certain number, and no one can escape the "Mandate of Heaven".

Xu heard the cry, the monk turned slightly sideways, put the palm of his hand to his ear, and listened, and really heard that the sea under the Jieshi Mountain, there was a faint sound of a woman's cry, mixed with the dragon's roar, setting off waves, but the waves did not go to the shore, but to the heart of the sea.

The whirlpool in the center of the sea was rolled, the huge waves were monstrous, the Dragon Palace was in chaos, and the Dragon King of the East China Sea hurriedly instructed his subordinates to take people to check in the early stage, and found that it was a real dragon born of a koi, with a length of 100 zhang and a width of dozens of zhang, which was extremely huge, even if it was much better than the real body of the Dragon King.

The shrimp soldiers and crabs will not dare to approach, only dare to watch from a distance, listen to the red and white dragon like crying, like a woman crying, look at each other, and return to the dragon palace to report to the dragon king.

The dragon king was both surprised and delighted, surprised that the real dragon appeared in the East China Sea "out of thin air", not any dragon on the genealogy of the dragon clan in the East China Sea, but the bloodline is extremely pure, it is a rare real dragon in the world.

The good thing is that although the real dragon is huge, it has a docile personality, not intentionally making waves, but inadvertently swinging the dragon's tail, it will set off a whirlpool, the giant wave whirlpool is in the center of the sea, but it can't hurt the mortals who go out to sea to fish, and the heavenly officials will not condemn the East China Sea.

The Dragon King came in person, calmed the wind and waves, put away the whirlpool, and led the red and white real dragon into the East China Sea Dragon Palace, allowing it to stay temporarily as a guest of the East China Sea Dragon Palace.

After finding out where it came from, we will make plans.

All this was heard by the monk who walked upside down.

Suddenly, I heard that on Jieshi Mountain, someone's voice sounded.

It's a teenager who wants to die.

Heaven has the virtue of a good life, how can the monk sit idly by, take a step, cross thousands of miles of sea, come to the seaside, turn into a grain of dust, and wait for the young man to come here.

Who would have thought that the young man was halfway through and was caged by a Taoist chief with a wooden sword, and after a little questioning between the two, he finally rekindled hope and gained vitality under the persuasion of the Taoist chief.

The monk sees everything in his eyes, hears it in his ears, and rejoices in his heart.

I also heard that the young man's life was not long enough, and he was miserable, and he was moved by compassion, and used the magic power of Buddhism to spy on the heavens, investigate the number of young people's lives, and cut off his life should not be extinguished.

When he spied on the heavens with his supernatural powers and investigated the number of young people's lives, he found that he had an ambiguous relationship with the big dragon who was invited into the Dragon Palace of the East China Sea and was a guest of honor.

In the future, when the calamity comes, the power will naturally be reduced by three points.

From time to time, the monk turned into a wild goose and hovered in the sky, observing the movements of the two people, a paper person.

From the voices of the three of them, they knew that the young man was going to send the blind old Taoist back to the mansion.

When he came, the Taoist sent the young man thousands of mountains and rivers.

When he returned, the boy sent him back in turn.

This came and went, and there was incense.

"Good, good, good. The monk laughed.

At a mansion in the central part of Sanrooju, the three stopped.

When Xingfu arrived, Li Zijin and the paper man stood outside the door without incident, and had no idea of going in to rest.

The boy just raised his head and looked over there, maybe in this life, he would never want to live in it again.

The blind Taoist was very interesting, so he naturally didn't keep the young man, and said with a smile: "After a few months of hard work, thank you for sending me home." ”

Li Zijin shook his head and said: "I should thank my seniors, who worked hard for several months and sent me to Jieshi Mountain thousands of miles away." ”

I have come and gone to Jieshi Mountain, and half a year has passed.

Xing Shen said: "Right now, you'd better find a place full of spiritual energy, Sanglu Prefecture is a good place,

Zhong Lingyu is beautiful, and there are many treasures. This compass is given to you, which can help you find a treasure place of mountain-shaped victory, where you can practice, get twice the result with half the effort, help you improve your realm, and get Jindan as soon as possible. In addition, don't forget to find a way to prolong your life, and live a long life in order to have unlimited hope. ”

Before Xing Shen's words fell, he flicked his sleeves slightly, and in the basket behind him, a bronze compass flew out, and was steadily taken by the young swordsman in his hand.

There is a lot of grace, and I can't say thank you anymore, the young man is deeply moved, silence is better than sound, everything is in silence.

"Let's go, I'll give you a calligraphy book at the end, and when you're tired of practicing swords, you can practice calligraphy. Xing Shen waved his hand, and a notebook flew out of his sleeve, and into the young man's hand, two lines of small letters, as if tailor-made for the young man.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there is no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village.

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Outside the city of Changzhou, this is the territory of the Fusang Dynasty.

I heard that the Fusang Dynasty is the place with the most abundant aura in Sangro Prefecture, Li Zijin inquired, and the direction of the compass given by the old Taoist Xing Shen, came and went here.

After worshipping the mountain temple outside the city of Changzhou, the young man came to the temple and asked about the location of the Cutting Light Mountain.

The incense here is prosperous, people come and go, but the temple is idle, he is idle under the incense burner, so he puts the incense on the wooden table at the door, and lets the mortals who enter the mountain temple take it by themselves, light the incense and salute the mountain king.

After all, the people born and raised here all know that the temple boy in the temple of Jieguang Mountain has a strange temper and a very bad personality, and few people come to talk to him, so as not to touch his moldy head, and remember the temple Zhu, and turn around to slander a few words in the ear of the mountain monarch of the mountain of Jieguang Mountain, so that they will no longer be blessed by the mountain monarch, and the gains outweigh the losses.

In order not to make extraneous branches, the people here have always walked around the temple to wish the boy.

The temple wishes the appearance of the boy, the book is strong, there are two balls on the head, wearing a pocket robe, stepping on the road shoes, holding the book "Hug Puzi" casually, squatting under an incense burner in the mountain temple, smelling the fragrance and reading, relishing.

Reading was on the rise, and was interrupted by a young swordsman, and the temple boy was quite dissatisfied, thinking that where did he come from, didn't he see that he was busy?

Since you don't know the location of the mountain, it means that you are not a local, and since you don't know the locals, how can you expect to be blessed by the local mountain god?

The temple wished the boy his name to be short, and he flipped through the "Immortal Medicine Volume" in the "Hug Puzi", which described all kinds of immortal medicines, including Wuzhi, mica, realgar, jade, gold, silver, pearls, herb medicines, dansha, pine resin, etc., and described in more detail the origin of various immortal medicines, as well as the method of taking immortal medicines.

It just so happened that at this moment, what Li Zijin needed most was to take immortal medicine to prolong his life.

The young man's eyes were quick, and he only stood beside the temple wishing the boy Dao Short, glanced at the ancient book in the boy's hand, and saw the three words "Immortal Medicine Volume", and quickly swept a few lines of text on the page with his eyes, recognized several immortal medicines, and knew that he urgently needed this book.

Therefore, I asked about the location of the Cutting Light Mountain, first, in order to get closer to the temple of the Temple of the Cutting Light Mountain, so as to see if I could borrow this book from him. Second, it is indeed guided by the compass to this place, and I know that the aura of Jieguang Mountain is extremely abundant within a radius of 100 miles, and it is the place of landscape and landscape that Xing Shen Dao said in his mouth, and a treasure land is also.

Therefore, Li Zijin plans to cut Guangshan here, meditate and have few desires, practice Mao, and strive to break through the realm as soon as possible.

According to the blind Taoist, after entering the Jindan realm, the life span can be extended by a hundred years, and at that time, the fifty-year lifespan that he was moved away by the fake Zhuang Die's mountain-moving sword qi can be regarded as harmless, although for a qi refiner, it is still a nerve-wracking, but at least after entering the Jindan realm, there is no worry about his life in the short term.

Today's Li Zijin is in the middle of Peiyuan Realm.

If you want to reach the realm of Jindan Earth Immortal, you also need to step through the Peiyuan realm, enter the cave realm, and then break through to the realm of refining gods, and finally ascend from the realm of refining gods to Jindan.

Thinking about it, the Tao is very long.

Therefore, that Xing Shen, or the "Mandate of Heaven", used a compass to attract him to this Jieguang Mountain, and made the young man in the middle of the mistake, and this temple boy named Dao Short, had a needle-point face to face with Mai Mang.

What should the Taoist do?

Li Zijin was taken aback, not angry or annoyed, but said: "Since you are the temple of the mountain temple, you are in charge of the incense of the mountain temple, I don't ask you for directions, who can I go to ask for directions?

Miao Zhu Dao frowned, thinking that if the young swordsman was counted down by himself, and scolded himself angrily, then he would have a reason to use the Taoist method and "invite" the young swordsman who was noisy and disturbed his reading out of the mountain temple.

I knew that this guy began to reason with himself, and he was ······ There seems to be a little bit of truth, if you want to reject people thousands of miles away, it will make the mountain monarch dissatisfied.

That's it, just show him the way at will, and do it hastily.

Miao Zhudao closed the ancient book in his hand, stood up, and only reached the height of the young swordsman's waist, but it was a small ghost, with a young and old appearance, pulling the sleeve of the young swordsman, pulling him to the door of the mountain temple, standing on the threshold, pointing to the towering mountain on the other side of the river, and said, "Have you seen it?"

Li Zijin nodded, "See." ”

The temple boy turned around and left, never wanted to be stopped by the young man, and asked: "Dare to ask the temple Zhu, since the mountain is on the other side of the river, why is the mountain temple located here?"

"Are you bothered?" Miao Zhudao turned around shortly, a little angry.

Li Zijin thought for a while and said, "Actually, you don't have to bother." ”

The temple was inexplicable, but the young swordsman stretched out his hand, pointed to the book in his hand, and said: "As long as Lord Miaozhu is willing to lend me this book, I can find the answer from it myself, and naturally I won't bother you." ”

Dao Short leaned back and said, "You think beautifully! This is the book that the mountain king lent to this temple to Zhu, why should you read it?"

Li Zijin sighed, nodded and said, "It turned out to be Lord Shanjun of the Cutting Light Mountain, I know." ”

He crossed the threshold, walked back to the mountain temple, took a new incense stick from the wooden table at the door, walked to the incense burner under the mountain god's golden body, borrowed the flame, lit the incense, looked pious, and put on the incense.

Miao Zhudao looked at his behavior for a short time, and asked a little inexplicably: "Hey, what are you doing?" ”

Li Zijin asked rhetorically: "What else can you do if you incense Shanjun?"

The temple wished the ghost envoy and asked, "What wish did you make?"

The young man turned his head and smiled at him, "May the Lord of the Mountains lend the book that I lent to Lord Miaozhu to read it below." ”