"Emperor Zhongtian Ziwei is in charge of the longitude and latitude of heaven and earth, the sun, moon and stars, the climate of the four seasons, the purple wall of the zodiac, can call the wind and rain, serve the ghosts and gods, and is the master of all things and the master of all stars. ”

"Legend has it that in the chaotic period, there are six ghost soldiers in the North Yin Xudu, gods and demon kings, parade to the world, kill countless living beings, there is a sword-wielding man and a sword to lead the power of the stars in the sky, subduing the demons, driving away the demonic atmosphere, saving Li Shu, creating great merits, after the completion of the merit, ascended to the North Pole Zhongtian, won the position of the Emperor of Zhongtian Ziwei, and passed on a "Zhongtian Ziwei Sword Technique" in later generations for future generations to practice. ”

"You copied this from a book," Ning Shu said in questioning.

"The old man is the book!"

"So how do you practice?"

Bai Bi paused, as if thinking. Ning Shu felt that it was because he was old and had been out of his body for too long, so he couldn't even remember his own things.

But he didn't dare to say it, he was afraid that after he said it, the old monster would be angry and not teach him.

"With a lifetime of effort and concentration, you can transcend the red dust. ”

"With a lifetime of hard work and a single sword, you can surpass all the laws in the world. ”

Although the tone of the green lantern was extremely bland, it brought a kind of killing intent to Ning Shu, if Ning Shu was present at the time, he would have found that this lore intent was similar to Mr. Song's last ten thousand swords in the black carriage at that time.

"Focus on one sword ......"

Ning Shu muttered.

......

......

There is a courtyard in front of the building from the small building, in the past, Ning Shu came to go straight to the building, today it is rare to be idle, but I didn't realize that the scenery here is also a different flavor.

The courtyard dam is paved with bluestone, and the courtyard wall is made of vermilion as the bottom, and the crane is carved on it. There is a lake in the courtyard, the smoke is vast, it is evening, a lake is foggy, white, you can vaguely see that there seems to be a small island in the center of the lake.

The bridge to the island has been broken.

Ning Shu sat down in front of the lake, holding a sword-shaped bookmark in his hand, although it was the size of a palm, his hand was slightly heavy, the sword body was extremely sharp, and the cold light flashed in front of him through the bright moon. The hilt of the sword was a deep purple, which was quite similar to the luck of the demon clan that I had seen in the "Atlas of Mountains and Seas" before.

The swordsman, the ritual weapon, also occupies the name of morality. He is also a soldier, a murderer, persevering, and killing.

This is the first sentence of the opening chapter of the Sword Sutra.

Half an hour ago, after Bai Bi told Ning Shu the legend of Zhongtian Ziwei, he floated upstairs, and after coming down, he gave him a 'bookmark' and a copy of the Sword Sutra, and after explaining a few words, he drove him out on the grounds that the old man was going to rest.

Bai Bi said that this 'bookmark' is a piece of leftover material on the crape myrtle sword worn by Emperor Ziwei of Zhongtian Ziwei to slay demons and eliminate demons, and it is polished into a sword-shaped bookmark after the mother's body.

Ning Shu was slightly surprised in his heart, he had seen the innate magic weapon, and the golden horn king's banana fan was casually fanned, and hundreds of catties of bluestone disappeared.

"The Book of Swords" is only a few pages, and I have roughly flipped through it, and the sacrificial sword written on it, the method of raising the sword is very concise, and it is extremely refined.

Bai Bi proudly said that under his teaching, Ning Shu and Jian were able to communicate with each other in a month.

Ning Shu didn't understand what the concept of a month was, if it was spread out, it would probably shock many people to death. Most sword cultivators need at least a few years to communicate with the sword, and it is extremely demanding to practice the sword master.

A month, can you really think that you are the reincarnation of a god?

Most importantly.

If you want to make the sword psychic, you must be baptized with the Dharma.

If you want to obtain the meaning of the Dharma, you must first perceive the meaning of the Dharma.

If you want to perceive the meaning of the Dharma, you must understand what practice is.

What's more, he is just a mortal now, if he can practice casually, then what is it?

A bunch of unreliable ones!

Ning Shu couldn't help but want to scold, except for this "Sword Sutra" and a small sword without any legal meaning, he didn't have anything related to cultivation, it turned out that there was also a "Zhibei Sutra". It's long gone.

It was like I suddenly remembered something.

He stood up, looking around for something.

After a while, Ning Shu held a stone and looked at his arm, with an open expression.

He threw himself in the arm.

"Click"

As the sound passed...... Ning Shu didn't feel pain.

If the arm is not broken.

Then the broken stone is the stone.

The arm was intact, with only a few debris left behind by the stone.

Ning Shu glanced at his arm and then at the stone, a little stunned.

remembered that he had been cut by the King of the Golden Horn with a knife, leaving only a white mark.

His eyes lit up and he ran to the front hall.

.......

.......

"Stab me. ”

Da Fei rubbed his eyes, making sure that he didn't touch Ning Shu's forehead after dreaming.

"Sick?"

"Try it. ”

Da Fei took the steel fork in his hand and tentatively poked Ning Shu's stomach.

"And then?"

"Use a little force. ”

Ning Shu grabbed the head of the steel fork and poked it into the abdomen, only to see that the sharp tip was deeply embedded in the flesh, and the scene that should have been disemboweled, but only two white spots were left.

Da Fei said in surprise: "So hard?"

The King of the Golden Horn floated by, as if looking at an idiot.

"You take the Life Creation Pill will naturally be like this, with the Yun Dan method of the old man upstairs, constantly transform your body, ordinary gold and iron can't hurt you, and after you absorb all the medicinal power, you can be reborn, you kid is a great blessing." ”

After Ning Shu heard that Jin Tie couldn't be injured, he took out a purple short sword and slashed it hard at his arm.

There was no bloodshed.

It doesn't mean there will always be no bloodshed.

A hole slowly cracked in his arm, and beads of blood slowly oozed out.

He let out a cry of pain.

"Idiot, is this sword mortal iron. The Golden Horn King said disdainfully.

"It's too ruthless, it's too ruthless. ”

Da Fei witnessed the whole process of someone's self-harm.

......

......

Ning Shu slowly walked back to the backyard and sat cross-legged by the lake, he looked at the surprisingly fast wound on his arm, thinking about today's events.

Although it is different from ordinary people now, it still hasn't touched the threshold of cultivation.

Previously, in the small building of Lihate, Bai Bi took down a few books on cultivation from the second floor for his reference, such as "General Outline of First Sleep in Vientiane", "Complete Explanation of Cultivation", and "On First Sleep".

Four or five books, cluttered beside him, all turned on the first page.

I didn't even understand the first page, and I didn't need to read the rest of it.

The initial explanations in each book are similar, and they are all about guiding practitioners to perceive the meaning of heaven and earth.

It stands to reason that Ning Shu's meditation since he was a child is actually a way to perceive the meaning of heaven and earth, but after meditating for so many years, he has not stepped into that threshold.

Now that someone has guided, it should have been a matter of course.

So.

What went wrong?

If this kind of thing can be answered, then it would be nice to have a person who can practice and open a school, wouldn't it mean that there is no one in the world who is not a practitioner?

Ning Shu had a feeling that if he really needed to be answered the question of how to practice, the best person to answer the question could only be himself.

If you want to unlock it, you'll need to find the corresponding key.

He didn't know how many locks he had in front of him.

Probably a handful.

Probably two.

Or maybe an infinite number of handfuls.

As long as it can find the key to open the lock, it can open the door to spiritual practice.

This key is naturally on himself, but he can't find it at the moment, not to mention, the cultivation is too mysterious. Some people can realize the truth when they see a rain, and some people have gray hair all their lives. The woodcutter who named the cultivation system that the Golden Horn King had talked about saw through the red dust after a sleep.

Ning Shu didn't think he could succeed by sleeping a little.

It's too illusory, it's like it's going to rain, the mother is going to give birth, and the ants are going to move, which is a very natural and natural thing. But it is also possible that the sky is clear and the sun is scorching, and it is also possible that the sky is covered by dark clouds and there is no movement.

His sky is clear now, there is no rain, or his sky is now with a lot of dark clouds, but he doesn't know when it will rain.

Or never go down.

He has been a genius in reading since he was a child, all kinds of books, all kinds of content are unforgettable, others can only graduate from the academy at the age of eighteen, he himself completed all the courses at the age of twelve, and even became a school gentleman. However, in terms of cultivation, no matter how talented a person is, he or she will inevitably face the threshold of first sleep.

It has nothing to do with strength, it all depends on a word.

Realize.

That's the key.

The first lock in front of you.

Also the first doubt.

Where did the strange book that the old scholar left for himself go?

Previously, in Xujia Village, after being pierced through the chest by Yin San's arrow, the book silk that had been hidden close to him disappeared, and he entered a very wonderful state when he thought he was going to die, and he understood the name of the book in his dream. After that, the book turned into a river and flowed into his heart, and repaired the wound that had not been repaired by the original Biochemical Pill.

Although the effect of the Shengsheng Chemical Pill is excellent, it can be said that in the end, it was this book that saved his life.

So...... Where did it go?

Ning Shu needed to find it.

He wanted to go back to that state of life and death again, but it wasn't realistic to think about, could it be that he would be stupid enough to jump off a cliff?

In fact...... It's enough to enter a state of emptiness, right?

Ning Shu kept comforting himself.

Ordinary meditative states cannot enter into deep understanding.

So I need some aids to help me meditate on a deeper level.

He thought of something.

So he ran to the front hall again.