Pro~ The domain name of this site: "166" abbreviated homonym, very easy to remember! The good-looking one is highly recommended: The hand rises and falls, the blood under the blade is like a demon flower blooming with the fragrance of death, and the nameless face is expressionless to harvest human life, feeling that the aura of heaven and earth is surging madly with the cultivation of his Dao, almost forming a small whirlpool with him as the center, and the meridians that are collided by the aura come with a feeling of swelling and pain, and the slightest carelessness will be the result of breaking inch by inch.

He did not stop to do the so-called pranayama meditation, but looked for the target again, using killing as a guide, activating his own ferocity to drive the spiritual energy to spontaneously run Zhou Tian, and the cultivation of the whole body suddenly began to skyrocket, and the cultivation of qi was three layers and four layers......

By the time the last person in the village groaned and finally became the ghost of his sword, the nameless cultivator had already reached the tenth level of Qi cultivation, and he was only one step away from building the foundation!

Although the village is remote and inaccessible except for the villagers, there is no shortage of monks passing by. Nameless looked at this hellish and miserable village on earth, and walked towards the mountain without a trace, he remembered that there was a cave on the edge of the cliff that had been cleared by the hunters, and it was safe for the monsters to be active there.

The story came to an end for the time being, Jiang Yutong felt more and more refreshed between breathing, said goodbye to the child and returned to the carriage, Song Ziyi sensitively noticed that this was a sign of breakthrough, so he ordered someone to guard the door and protect the Dharma for him, and after a while, Jiang Yutong successfully ascended to the seventh layer of Qi training.

"If you want to learn swords, you can naturally go to the library to find the right swordsmanship for you. Song Ziyi took out the ink book from his cuffs, and couldn't bear the disappointment of the young man and reminded him gently, "But if you use a sword, in order to avoid misleading people's children, I suggest choosing another good teacher." ”

The joking words revealed a little ease in his mouth, Jiang Wentong turned sideways to look at what Mr. was reading, and his eyes were still the familiar content of "Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang".

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. The sun and the moon are shining, and the Chensu is lined up...... Everything grows and dies, revives and falls into its original cycle. Song Ziyi made it easy for the young man to watch, and the hand holding the book moved down a few points, "Heaven and earth were born from chaos and ignorance, but they gradually changed all kinds of possibilities with the alternation of the sun and the moon, and the movement of the stars. ”

"If you want to learn, you can naturally let it go, and the monk Wendao is just because he pays attention to the ordinary way that is close to life, but you don't have to regard it as a complete bondage. ”

His cultivation talent is a once-in-a-lifetime Heavenly Spirit Root, but unfortunately his ambition is not here, Liu Fenghua was abducted and deceived all the way to the capital of Longxing Kingdom.

The deception is not only beautiful, but also has the short-term effect of words to some extent, the bricks wrapped by the precision forging group, the little guy carefully lifted a corner, it was really golden and dazzling, afraid of being held accountable, and quickly re-packed and carried the luggage to the place he designated.

After a night of cultivation, Liu Fenghua's understanding of deception was one step closer, and after breathing and meditating, he regarded his own cultivation as already the eighth level of Qi cultivation, even if he reached an orthodox intermediate sect, he could be called one of the best Tianjiao.

On the second day, Liu Fenghua chose to walk in the direction of the outside of the city, so as to facilitate travel, he chose the teleportation array, and arrived at another equally prosperous Chunshen city, his footsteps were not yet stable, and his eyes happened to meet the news that the city lord's mansion had hired a divine doctor with a lot of money on the bulletin board, asking for the treatment of the little son of the city lord's family who went insane due to his madness during the cultivation.

The sword of "Rolling Snow" swept like a wave and stimulated the wave of aura to spread, and the temperature in the cave seemed to have decreased.

Ling Xue took back the iron sword and adjusted it slightly, recalling that in the small village she came from, she had the current sword from the blacksmith uncle, she should go over and take a look, and then she was crazy to move forward.

Faintly hearing some strange sounds in the depths of the cave, looking at it black like a bloody mouth, it was hard to imagine that there would be something waiting for her to explore.

Listening to the young gentleman's words, Jiang Yutong just smiled and was noncommittal.

In the evening, the two of them had already returned to the small bamboo building where they lived, the sunset was shining, the bamboo shadows were in the forest, Song Ziyi also returned to the room early, leaving the young man to sit alone in the attic, looking at the wonder of the praise of the academy, the turbid river.

In fact, the river water was not so black, but the praise of the academy is the blessing of the scribes and monks, countless literati and scholars have used this river water to wash ink, and over time, this turbid river has become.

Jiang Yutong only looked at the rivers and lakes alone, watching the tide rise and fall, the tide was surging, and the turbid waves were like paint.

Who knows how many literary saints have been witnessed in this river and lake, and how many times have those literary saints come here to wash ink?

Jiang Yutong didn't know, Song Ziyi didn't know, even if it was the old gentleman who praised the academy, he didn't know.

Maybe only Zhuojiang himself knows.

Somehow, he remembered that when he was crazy about swords in the past, he always felt that the calm freehand of "no matter how wonderful you are, I will still break it with a sword" is what the world yearns for, but in this world, there are often more literati than samurai.

Text, but not a small concept, whether it is poetry, or chess, calligraphy and painting, or flute, these are all a kind of text.

And kendo, which is very pure, is kendo.

Who has never fantasized about the immortal demeanor of the sixteen states of a sword, even those Confucian sages, I am afraid they have such a dream.

However, these powers eventually returned to Wendao.

After all, it's not the same sentence.

Poor and rich in martial arts.

Because there are often more poor people in the world than there are rich people.

Wendao is the way of the common people.

Jiang Yutong seemed to be grasping something, and stretched out his hand to shake it towards the turbidity river.

"The way of life in the world...... Indeed, it is a mortal way, even a foolish way. ”

"But whoever dares to speak is foolish. ”

The turbid river is rolling over the waves, so not spectacular.

Lingyun Juvenile Zhi, so not grandiose.

"One day, I will become a saint...... Dawen Sheng. ”

"The first in heaven and earth, the great literary saint. ”

"The landscape is not enough to be a landscape, the bright moon is not enough to be a bright moon, and the spring breeze is not enough to make a spring breeze. ”

Ten steps later, Nameless returned to the depths of the mountain. Ten layers of Qi training, Nameless can feel the restless power in his heart.

It's time to break through. The breakthrough of the realm represents a person's cultivation strength, and it also indicates his cultivation speed.

As Nameless sat cross-legged in the cave, he slowly exhaled as he looked at the stone wall not far away.

Hands in front of the legs and breathing, as if the power was gathered from the body, swirled little by little along the path.

From the small whirlpool to the large whirlpool, the power is like a non-stop rotation, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth and agitating the body to break through.

Cultivating Qi to build a foundation is almost equal to zero threshold for this kind of Dao. Because killing is really the fastest way to improve.

"Give it to me, break!"

Brush. This is the sound of rice grains shaking in a pot. Mo Leng lowered his head to observe the color of the rice, and then raised his head again and continued to turn the rice in the pot. The rice grains washed the bottom of the pot, and the iron shavings of the iron pot brushed out of the black and pure color were mixed with the rice grains and rolled in the air, falling and being caught steadily by Mo Leng with the iron pot. Then he continued to stir-fry, and Zhong Mo gritted his teeth coldly and persevered.

I heard that the stamina of the water spirit root is very good. Mo Leng thought. But he didn't think it was enough. He's been training for an hour now. He is not young, but he has not had a lot of nourishment and resources since he was a child. As a result, he looks quite thin.

At 10 o'clock in the middle of the day, he stopped training in the basics. Mo Leng wiped his sweat with the towel around his neck, rinsed with water, and changed his clothes. He began to cook for himself. Beat an egg in a bowl and beat it with chopsticks and pour it into a pan with hot oil. He stir-fried and added chopped green onions.

I want to make something better for myself. But unfortunately, he only has this little ingredient next to him, and I don't know if there is a staple food at noon. He sighed, and he picked up the potato next to him, cut it in two, and put it on the steamer. Remove from heat and transfer the eggs to a bowl.

Mo calmly waited for the moment when the potato was steamed from the outside in, and his spirit was a little trance. If he wants to improve his realm, he can't just do cooking when he cultivates. He thought, but suddenly lifted the lid of the pot and took out the potatoes like an electric shock. OK. He nodded. But cooking is also essential.

Finally, I reached the first stage of beginner learning, and my hard work paid off, and I finally practiced the second level of qi. But now is not the time to be happy, the road of kendo is against the current, if you don't advance, you will retreat, what you have to do now is to consolidate your own realm.

Consolidating the ..... of the realm

After a moment, her bright eyes opened, and she thought that they had been consolidated. However, the strange cry in the depths of the cave was the only cry in this peaceful cave.

Ling Xue thought, 'Go and see, maybe there's some strange creature somewhere.' Ling Xue drew her sword and walked towards the depths of the cave.

This cave is so dark, it seems that you can't see the road clearly without torches, go to the market and buy a few torches, otherwise you can't explore it.

Full of wine and food, Yin Qing ran around in the market, Senior Brother Li was thin-skinned, and specially asked his junior brothers to buy rouge gouache for him to send to Senior Sister Lin, Yin Qing was not very interested in this, and picked a few boxes to complete the task.

The strange things sold by the street stalls were Yin Qing's favorite, so he couldn't take his eyes off the shiny silver balls on the stalls when he saw them. Yin Qing picked up the silver chain and looked at it, the small ball was shining silver, and the small landscape painting was carved on it, which was really delicate and lovely.

Yin Qing thought of the small treasure mirror on his waist for no reason, which was given to him by his mother before leaving, and he didn't know what it was for. Leave it alone for the time being, Yin Qing played with the small silver ball and asked the price, the stall owner was an old man, and he gestured without saying a word. Yin Qing took off his money bag and bought the silver ball, and picked out a few more fun things, and then he took the little silver ball in his arms and walked away happily.

The alley was extremely quiet, the night was deep, Yin Qing looked up at the bright moonlight and suddenly stopped.

The old man's stall was remote, and it was thanks to Yin Qingai's search for rare things that he found such a treasure stall, and he realized that something was wrong now after he was happy. Although the aroma of wine is not afraid of deep alleys, the old man is not selling fine wine, but just a miscellaneous plaything......

The sound of extremely small footsteps gradually sounded, and Yin Qing's ears moved, vaguely judging that the person was probably following behind him.

Cold sweat stood up, Yin Qing unconsciously rubbed the hilt of the sword, sank down and pretended to be calm and walked forward, the moonlight was like water, the alley was silent, only the two of them had overlapping footsteps from time to time.

Yin Qing's whole body tensed, and his mind was quickly thinking of countermeasures, figuring out what the purpose of that person was. He is just an ordinary disciple, his cultivation is only at the sixth level, what can he do in his body that others want?

The alley was about to end, Yin Qing suddenly stopped, turned around and walked towards the alley on the left side of the crossroads, his pace became faster and faster, and he was already sweating unconsciously.

Confirming that the man's footsteps were temporarily thrown off, Yin Qing stood on tiptoe, borrowed his strength, jumped up to the wall like a cat, and quietly squatted in the night to guard the stalker. It's a pity that the person never appeared, Yin Qing still didn't let down his vigilance, he tiptoed along the wall with his sword in hand, and decided to return to the sect without hearing any other sounds.

"The Wanderer" has obtained its own scores, and study them carefully.

Fingertips flow on the guqin. I also see wandering thoughts.

For when the dream is a floating thing, for the resurrection is in a dream

It seems that it really has the effect of calming the mind, but I am afraid that if I have a piano, it will wear out the fire of revenge in my heart.

The movement of his hand slowly stopped, and he looked at the dried blood stains on his fingertips.

But he needs the piano to kill people, and the elegant thing of the wind and the moon has become the absurdity of burning the qin and cooking the crane, and can he return to the elegant heart after revenge.

Or not

I died on the road to revenge......

As the boat gradually approached the shore and the water was calm, he slowly straightened up and got up, walked off the boat, went to the shore and found a stake, made sure that it was strong, and then tied the rope of the boat to it.

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With the clouds on his back, he hid the music in his arms, and held the bottle of medicine for his lung disease in his hand in case of accidents.

I haven't been ashore for a long time, and I haven't counted the days on the boat, but the feeling of wandering on the river after going ashore has not disappeared, holding my somewhat drowsy head, and the dizziness disappears for a while, before I straightened up and walked into the woods in front.

People in the world say that when Lin Mo enters, he is alone, what are he afraid of. His weapon was only Jean, and he frowned and walked deeper into the woods.

It was getting late, Yin Qing walked to the back mountain with a long breath, and at this time the sect was closed, and he probably couldn't enter. The Ten Thousand Swords Sect has a hidden back mountain path, but it is too steep, and there are very few people who dare to take this path, and there are few people who know about this road.

Yin Qing was also forced to do so, the iron chain hung again and again, and a single road was crumbling and hanging between the two cases, and below it was a bottomless cliff, and only after this level of iron chain could he return to the sect.

I ran out of a hot sweat before, and at this time, the cold wind blew and I felt cold to the bone. At this time, it was too dark, and it was not easy to cross the chains, so I still had to wait for the light to be brighter before mixing into the sect.

Making up his mind, Yin Qing sat cross-legged on the ground, one mystery after another in his heart had not yet been solved, could that person be the enemy of the Yin family? No, it couldn't be.

blame yourself for being too weak, or you will pass with a sword and see who dares to stop you. Yin Qing was unhappy in his heart, raised his sword, suppressed all kinds of anxiety and exhaled to calm down.

The wrist shook out of the sword, the arm was bent, and a set of sword moves naturally came out coherently. The "Ming Decisive Sword Technique" that has been practiced for a long time has long been perfected, and every move is deep in the flesh and bones. 166 Reading Network