Once enlightened, one crosses a realm.

It is said that the first sleep realm at the entrance of the Immortal Dao is the most difficult, in addition to seeing the world that ordinary people can't see and connecting with it, it also requires a certain amount of chance, and there are not a few cultivators who can have both and step into the first sleep realm in this world, but it is absolutely rare in ancient and modern times to directly step on the second realm of the five realms after entering the Dao.

Because the first sleep realm is a process of accumulation, only if the accumulation is abundant enough can you have the capital to move further on the road of immortality, just like the woodcutter explained back then, if you can't sleep very well, then how to dream?

Maybe there are in the Kunlun Mountains, maybe there are in the Wuliang Mountains, or maybe there are also in the Buzhou Mountains.

But it could never happen to Ning Shu, a loose cultivator who had no roots.

Nine times out of ten, if anyone knew, they would think so.

No way.

But it just happened.

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It's not dawn yet.

Ning Shu stood on the island in the lake, feeling the various magic intentions and aura floating between heaven and earth, as well as the sword in his hand. He felt that he did not have his own innate Dharma as recorded in the book, or that he did, but unlike Mr. Song's Xuanjin and Xuantu Dharma Will, although he could feel the Dharma Intent, the most intimate thing was the small purple sword the size of a bookmark in his hand.

His Dharma intent is a sword, different from the aura Dharma intent that ordinary cultivators can't see or touch in the heavens and the earth, his is an entity with a cold touch.

Whether it is the clear qi in the center of the eyebrows, or the perception of one's own heaven and earth, it is all based on the purple sword.

Only he himself understands that the reason why he was able to reach the realm of divine thought in one step was not only because he had accumulated enough Dharma intention from meditation since he was six years old, but more importantly, he put the Dharma intention in the sword that he had cultivated with his painstaking efforts, and raised the sword with the Dharma will, raised people with the sword, and used himself as a species.

Unconsciously, he embarked on a path of immortality that was his own.

He looked at the small purple sword in his hand, which had the same root as himself, and didn't know what he was thinking.

I saw that his eyes suddenly brightened, looking at the night sky, the sword in his hand became larger in the wind, and then slashed out into the sky.

A purple sword light disappeared into the air.

Ning Shu only felt that this sword was extremely far away, and the slash was extremely comfortable, containing all the essence and spirit in the state of the unity of heaven and man in his breaking realm, and he understood all the emotions brought by these days.

This was the first sword he made after embarking on the path of cultivation, and it slashed into the sky.

He didn't know why he slashed the sword into the sky.

Just want to chop.

Then it was beheaded.

Since it is through the broken bridge, then call this sword the broken bridge.

He thought to himself.

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Ning Shu only felt that his sword was extremely far, but he didn't know how far it was.

The purple sword light pierced through the clouds and through the night sky, like a meteor in the opposite direction straight up to the nine heavens. Then, as if it had encountered some obstacle, it exploded in the air. For a time, there was a thunderstorm above the nine heavens, and a black cloud gradually gathered on the clouds.

Faintly, you can see that golden lines appeared in the place where the purple sword light collided before, entwined with thunder and lightning and complicated symbols, intertwined with each other, forming a net-like thing, spreading over the nine heavens. The black clouds on that side were like the sea, and thunder and lightning were intertwined in it, as if they were extremely dissatisfied with the purple sword light, and constantly made a crackling sound of rubbing the air, echoing for a long time.

In Kunlun Mountain, the hall masters of the Nine Halls of the Immortal Palace were sensitive, and they all looked towards the sky, as if they could see the nine heavens, and the Qingyang Daoist in the Hall of Eternal Life held his palms between his eyebrows horizontally, as if he could see farther away, and kept sighing: "How can any idiots of the older generation dare to challenge the laws of heaven, if it is the ignorant junior, it is really brilliant, hehe, I want to see how the old goods in the Qianyuan Hall dare to brag about their apprentices in the future to be the first of the younger generation." ”

Then he looked at the precious apprentice who was perceiving the heavens and the earth, and his face was full of relief.

In the Jade Void Palace, a pair of white hands as white as jade swiped at will in the air, and a wave appeared, and the thunderous scene above the nine heavens was extremely clear in the waves, and the owner of the wave was a little surprised, and then a touch of intriguing smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

And in the Wuliang Mountain in the south of Kunlun Mountain, a thin old man sat on the clouds, and at the moment when the sword qi came into contact with the sky net, he shouted to a black bear the size of a small mountain below, and the demonic aura was full of: "If you don't melt now, when will you wait!"

Immediately threw the robe into the air, the robe became bigger and bigger, as if it could cover the sky and the sun, and the nine giant whales and Peng birds embroidered on it all came to life, flying in the air, the old man had words in his mouth, and looked indifferently at the thunder and lightning that was about to fall.

At the same time, in other places of Wuliang Mountain, the demonic energy that soared to the sky also rose one after another, and for a while, thunder and light filled Wuliang Mountain.

The world was bustling with activity in an instant.

On the endless prairie in the north, a thin old man with a ravine-faceted face and a long look looked at the sky, and then at the south. Around was a group of strong men dressed in animal skins and with strange patterns painted on their faces, constantly bowing to the thin old men.

On a big mountain outside the city of Shenchaoluo, an old man was drinking wine and shabu meat, and a man dressed in white and wearing a phoenix-patterned jade belt around his waist served beside the old man, mixing the condiments for shabu shabu from the squares in front of him.

"You kid, how can you wear white clothes when eating hot pot, you see how good your senior sister is, it is appropriate to wear dark clothes...... Oh yes....... Put more minced garlic......" the old man instructed carefully.

The man in white began to get busy again.

The woman wearing a dark blue bachelor's robe on the side kept fiddling with the green bamboo shoots in the bowl, and there was a cyan wine gourd beside her, the fragrance of wine was permeated, and the old man peeked at it from time to time, and then prepared to take it with lightning speed.

Then the woman knocked her hand with chopsticks.

This sword is not just far away......

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Ning Shu unconsciously stayed in this Tushi Palace for more than a month, doing mostly repetitive things every day, meditating early in the morning when the first rays of light appeared, and at the same time began to sacrifice the sword. Then he went to the study building to study, and in the disdain of the green lantern and the white pen, he roughly flipped through the hundreds of schools on the first floor. Later, tell the Golden Horn King some lyrics and songs that Ning Anyi liked before, from "If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine, it will not be the same, and the youth will travel" to "Away from hatred is just like spring grass, go further and live." ”

He had also read through the books on the first and second floors of the small building, and had learned many very practical spells.

In the Taoist temple, in the small building, on the bluestone by the lake, the life of the three points and one line is in the big fat, and the second thin eye is amazed in addition to exclamation.

"Buzz"

The sword in Ning Shu's hand flew up every day, this was something he had been doing every day since he realized enlightenment on the island in the lake that day, because since he withdrew from the realm of the unity of heaven and man that day, he had never swung the sword at that time.

The Golden Horn King said disdainfully, "I've never seen a Divine Mind Realm monk who can't control his magic weapons. ”

The white pen in the small building looked at him with slanted eyes and said, "If the sword and sword make you slash with that effect, do you want other people to eat?"

So Ning Shu began to learn the art of imperial swordsmanship.

Today, after such a long time of blood sacrifice, I once again have that feeling of life resonance.

A few days ago, he focused on the sword with the Heaven and Earth Dharma Intent that he meditated and perceived in his mind, and he could also make the small purple sword more than an inch long float in mid-air for a period of time.

When he excitedly ran to the building to show off to the white pen, he attracted the most familiar contempt.

I only heard the white pen say "go", and a brush popped out of the pen holder on the bookcase, and the three big characters of 'melon baby' were written on the rice paper on the table.

And then....... Then Ning Shu left the small building in a gloomy manner.

The first time he sat by the lake, trying to make the purple sword do something, only to fly out less than three meters, then fell into the lake, and scattered the fish watching the play, he had to scratch his head, and went down to the lake to pick up the sword.

The second time it was a little farther away, he learned the white pen and shouted "Go", and the small purple sword was firmly inserted into the side of the big fat face who was sleeping against the pillar, and the big fat was so frightened that he never dared to approach him again.

The third time he tried to use his magic will to drive the purple sword at the same time, add the clear light generated during meditation, this time the small sword flew extremely far, turning into a purple light and disappearing from his sight. After searching around for a long time to no avail, in the end, the second thin man who went down the mountain to play picked him up at the bottom of the mountain.

After trying like this for another half a month, Ning Shu was able to control the sword around him and make it revolve around him. Suddenly there was some feeling in my heart, I felt that the sword around me was no longer cold, and it trembled slightly in line with my heartbeat, even more than half a month ago, but it was far from reaching the level of being like an arm.

This is a precursor to the sword going to be truly psychic.

"Do you want to make a name?" Bai Bi leaned over to Ning Shu, who was reading a book, and asked.

Ning Shu closed the book in his hand.

"Just call it...... Fifty strings. ”

Twenty-five strings are completed as fifty strings.

Complete, you can see the avenue.

It's like the broken bridge that was mended that day.