In front of the crape myrtle hall.

Ziji Zhenren walked out of the main hall, his purple robe was clumsy, clean and without any decoration, at this time, his gentle eyes fell on Ziwei Peak, and the corners of his mouth flashed a faint smile.

The summit of crape myrtle.

Wang Qingyuan's long knife returned to the sheath and looked at the young Taoist priest in front.

"The artistic conception is lofty, but the foundation is still lacking. ”

The young Taoist priest made an evaluation, paused, and said: "Since your Xuantian Gong has entered the ninth layer, then don't rush to build a foundation, wait until the three hundred and sixty-five secret knots are all connected, and refine your body of qi and blood into chaotic blood, and then try to hit the tenth layer." ”

The tenth layer of "Xuantian Gong"!

Wang Qingyuan's eyes moved slightly, he didn't expect the young Taoist priest to say so much at once, it seems that for the tenth layer of "Xuantian Gong", all the peaks and veins have obsessions, even if the inheritance of Ziwei Peak has been cut off for more than five hundred years, there is no exception.

Of course, for the tenth layer of "Xuantian Gong", Wang Qingyuan is also very yearning, and now he has realized the mystery of the ninth layer, he already feels unfathomable, all kinds of divine treasures and potentials of the human body have been excavated, and the solidity of the physical body is being tempered all the time, just like the initial practice of the skin, but the qi and blood are accessible, making it tough and soft, and the layers of "Xuantian Gong" Promoted, from the outside to the inside, and then from the inside to the outside, at this time, Wang Qingyuan estimated that even if it was an ordinary weapon, as long as it could not reach the treasure soldier, it would be difficult to break his skin and hurt his flesh and bones.

However, how difficult it is to be the tenth layer of "Xuantian Gong", even if it is a Donghua Dao person in the past dynasties, there are few people who have practiced this layer when they are young to build a foundation, as far as Wang Qingyuan knows, his generation of Xuantian Dao disciples, there are still a few people in the ninth layer of "Xuantian Gong", but there is not one on the tenth layer, even if it is the Shenmen sword, the young man on the list of heaven and man, he has not reached this layer back then, but built the foundation with the skill of the ninth layer.

Therefore, even if Wang Qingyuan is confident, he understands that his background is a shortcoming, and his various savings are too shallow, so he is not blind enough to think that if he has cultivated the ninth layer of "Xuantian Gong", he will definitely be able to practice to the tenth layer.

It seemed that he could also see Wang Qingyuan's thoughts, and the young Taoist priest said: ""Ziwei Heavenly Knife" follows the original heart, and it also needs to act magnificently, shape the emperor's heart, not be moved by external evils, and do not self-aggrandize, if you understand a little reason, it will be much easier." ”

Wang Qingyuan looked at the young Taoist priest and knew that he must have a plan.

Turning around, the young Taoist priest went down the mountain, Wang Qingyuan followed, and after a short time, the two stood in front of Ziwei Pavilion.

Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, Ziji Zhenren once said that he had not built a foundation and could not step into it.

"Come in with me. ”

The young Taoist priest turned his back to him and walked straight into the gate, Wang Qingyuan groaned slightly, then put aside his distracting thoughts and followed in.

It's huge!

As soon as he stepped into the pavilion, Wang Qingyuan was a little surprised, from the outside, no matter how big the crape myrtle pavilion is, it only covers an area of dozens of zhang, a total of three floors and twenty zhang high, but now, the one-story pavilion presented in front of Wang Qingyuan is actually comparable to the martial arts field in front of the crape myrtle hall, there are hundreds of zhang in size, hundreds of huge bookshelves, all of which are made of camphor wood that is more than 100 years old, and the camphor wood has a strong smell, which can dispel the insects and ants that bite the moth.

In addition, there are ancient incense towers here, where sandalwood incense is lit and the air is filled with a calming smell.

Following the footsteps of the young Taoist priest, Wang Qingyuan walked through the rows of camphor wood bookshelves, and he saw the rows of bookshelves, all of which were classified and marked, without a little clutter.

In the end, the young Taoist priest led Wang Qingyuan to the front of the classification of knife techniques, a whole row, eleven large bookshelves, each bookshelf, at least more than ten knife techniques were stored, as well as various annotations, experience codex, almost nearly 100 books.

"Eleven bookshelves, each with five third-order swords, twelve swords, you see a third-order swordsmanship every day, three do not enter the stream, in addition to swordsmanship, marksmanship, halberds, many blades in the palm of your hand, choose every day, the third order does not need to see, do not enter the stream at least see five doors, after three days, every day I come to the school. ”

After speaking, the young Taoist priest turned straight away, Wang Qingyuan was slightly stunned, and he understood that this was to learn from others' strengths and accumulate heritage, so as to make up for his own shortcomings.

As for bringing him here, let it go, if he is greedy for the magic power technique cheats here, then it will be impossible for "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" to improve, and he will even retreat thousands of miles and lose the edge of the sword.

There are three days left, and it is Laba.

Wang Qingyuan smelled the smell of camphor wood, and the scent of sandalwood, his eyes were clear and clear, next, he first grabbed a non-entry "Broken Mountain Knife", the so-called non-entry, is created by the successful foundation building of the Dao foundation master, or the cultivator who has not yet built the foundation, because the grasp and use of power has not reached a certain level, so it can not make the most basic vision of the Heavenly Dao manifest, and does not enter the realm of the third order, it is collectively called not entering the stream.

This "Broken Mountain Knife" is widely spread in Kyushu in the world, because of the strong sinking, so it is very popular among some practitioners, but the strength is more than enough, the change is insufficient, and the momentum is purely taken, once the momentum is sluggish, it will be doomed.

Wang Qingyuan studied carefully, his spiritual power quickly swept over, remembered in his heart, and then stretched out a hand, comprehended with the memory, sometimes compared, sometimes looked for the flaws and deficiencies, he was like a piece of shriveled cotton, constantly absorbing water, slowly expanding, and becoming full.

With a first-order world-shattering knife technique like "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" in front, Wang Qingyuan's vision has long been different, even if the foundation is not thick, he can often hit the nail on the head and glimpse the gaps.

An hour later, Wang Qingyuan grabbed another "February Knife", which was also not in the stream, but compared to the "Broken Mountain Knife", this knife method was much more exquisite, and the change in strength was like a willow blowing in the wind.

It wasn't until the study of the three influential knife techniques was completed, three hours passed, Wang Qingyuan grabbed a third-order knife technique "Thirteen Knives of the Waves", he went from shallow to deep, step by step, and he couldn't stand the temptation of the three-order knife technique at once, and then grabbed this "Thirteen Knives of the Waves", he felt a kind of fullness, and his eyesight became more and more keen, and the temperament of the whole person also became a little less frivolous and ethereal with the passage of time, and slowly became thick and round.

The next day, the crape myrtle peak.

Ding! Ding!

Two long knives collided in the void, there was no magnificent momentum, nor too much strong qi and blood, Wang Qingyuan's knife was sometimes thick, sometimes exquisite, sometimes unpredictable, deducing all kinds of weapons.

The young Taoist priest's long knife is bright, breaking through the sky silently, his knife technique is very simple, there are no superfluous changes, just a basic knife technique, but often just a knife, it is easy to break Wang Qingyuan's knife move changes, forcing him to change his moves in the middle.

Half an hour later, the two exchanged twenty-three knives, and at the same time retracted the knife and stood up, the young Taoist priest's breath was calm, and his face did not change, while Wang Qingyuan's breathing was slightly chaotic, and his mental power was consumed.

At this point, he really understood that compared with the young Taoist, his foundation was too poor, and neither of them used any qi and blood, but only fought with pure moves, and he didn't expect to make a judgment.

But I didn't want to be at this moment, but the young Taoist priest was slightly bowed, and said: "A third-order sword technique "Thirteen Swords of the Waves", four knife techniques that do not enter the stream, and one sword technique, spear technique, halberd technique, whip technique, and spear technique that do not enter the stream, you understand faster than I imagined." ”

Realizing quickly, it means that the foundation is shallow than imagined, otherwise the water will overflow, and it is very difficult to understand, Wang Qingyuan took a deep breath and turned around and went down the mountain.

The next day, Wang Qingyuan comprehended a third-order knife method, five knife methods that do not enter the stream, and a hook method, fork method, mace method, fingering method, stick method, palm method, each one, on the third day, on the top of Ziwei Peak, he took the thirty-six knives of the young Taoist priest, and the knife technique turned round and mellow, but it was still often cut off from time to time, and it was futile.

On the third day, in one breath, Wang Qingyuan fully comprehended a third-order knife technique, and did not enter the seven knife techniques. There are nine hammer methods, leg methods, crutch methods, and boxing methods that do not enter the stream.

On the fourth day.

The two long knives were silent, the light of the knife was not obvious, and the air was not waveless, Wang Qingyuan fought with the young Taoist priest. The two kept changing their moves, but strangely, dozens of knives passed, and the blades of the two of them never collided.

Forty-nine dollars, sixty-four dollars, eighty dollars!

Eighty-first knife!

Clang!

The blades collided like a brass bell. Wang Qingyuan retreated several feet in a row, the blue iron long knife was raised, his blood was bulging, and he finally subdued it, and sank into the mountain rock in front of him.

"Go ahead. The young Taoist priest turned to look at the sea of clouds outside the cliff, and became silent again.

Putting the knife back into the sheath, Wang Qingyuan groaned slightly, and bowed to the back of the young Taoist, the young Taoist priest didn't seem to notice, and Wang Qingyuan didn't care. Get up and go down the hill.

On this day, it was the eighth day of the lunar month.

It wasn't until Wang Qingyuan's back didn't enter the thick mountain fog that the young Taoist priest slowly turned around, and finally showed a little sigh in his eyes, above the four realms of the supernatural powers, there is also the fifth realm, and the more he enters the essence of the gods, it is for the Dao realm, and in terms of the supernatural powers above the third order, the Dao realm is the true meaning. To comprehend the true meaning, the first four realms can come naturally, and if there is no seed of true meaning, it needs to be gradual. The Tao realm is difficult to understand, and it has been like this since ancient times.

He originally thought that just three days was only enough for this young man to reach the fourth realm of the basic sword technique, and it was precisely because it was the foundation that it was even more difficult to understand the true meaning of the truth in the ordinary. But he didn't expect that by the time three days passed, this young man had faintly touched the threshold of the Dao realm, or rather, he had already stepped into it with half a foot.

In the eyes of young Taoists, comprehending the true meaning of the basic fists and feet and participating in the Dao realm, it is not easier than comprehending a second-order supernatural power technique that has lost the inheritance of true meaning, and even in the plain, it is a little more difficult.

"It's a pity that I only caught eighty swords, and if I caught the eighty-first swords, I would steadily enter the fifth realm. ”

The young Taoist priest muttered, but he also knew that it was impossible, the difference between a knife and a world of difference, it may be an epiphany, it may be a few days, it may be a few months, it may be a few years, or even a lifetime will not be able to understand it.

As soon as he got off the mountain, Wang Qingyuan met the fat man who was covered in mud and seemed to have rolled three times in the swamp.

The corners of his mouth twitched, Wang Qingyuan was not polite at all, he let one side of his body pass, and at the same time put a foot on the fat man's meat-like buttocks, making him fly sideways for several feet, and fell in front of the gate of Ziwei Palace。

The fat man got up again, and the three of them looked at each other, and they all laughed loudly.

"Let's go, let's boil porridge!" the fat man drank.

"Do you have rice?" Qingliu sneered and glanced at him.

The fat man scratched his head, and seemed to remember that they had three meals of demon bear broth a day, and they were all from the miscellaneous servant room on credit.

In front of the crape myrtle spring, the sword marks of the three people's eyebrows bloomed, and the primordial god world subsided, and they returned to the depressed and dilapidated crape myrtle peak five hundred years later.

When the three of them came to the crape myrtle hall, they saw a blazing bonfire, a clay pot was set on it, and the rice was fragrant, mixed with the aroma of peanuts, barley, black rice, and lotus seeds.

It was Tai Afeng's quiet desire to make porridge in front of the Ziwei Palace.

"Laba today, why don't you stay in Tai'a Feng and come to us?" the fat man said in surprise.

"What's there to treat on the peak, every year it's those people, those faces, I've seen enough, all kinds of rules are very big, I'm not comfortable at all, it's better to come to you for the festival, how about it, I know that most of you practice hard, and you don't have time to tinker with this time-consuming Laba porridge, I came to boil it last night, and now it seems to be just right, and there are four jars of old wine, I soaked wolfberries, and they are all warm. ”