"Accept the destiny of the sky, curb the evil and promote the good, the red dust is rolling, and the avenue is ...... the heart"

Wang Qingyuan retracted his gaze and said in a deep voice, this is the general outline of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife".

The young man's eyes were bright, and he faintly understood the meaning of the young Taoist, this "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" is really broad and profound, and what he cultivates is not a pure move, but a kind of will, a kind of will to ask with a knife and practice the heart in the red dust.

Facing the purple star in the sky, facing one's own body, is also a kind of sharpening and cultivation of the spirit, in the face of thousands of brilliance, to be able not to be intimidated, it means that the spirit is strong, the heart is open, and all falsehood is naturally destroyed.

Spiritual practice is involved!

Wang Qingyuan sighed, this "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" is really extraordinary, such a kind of sword path practice, I am afraid that the sharpening of the monk's spirit is not under the spiritual power.

Now, understanding the cultivation method of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", Wang Qingyuan put away all his contempt, he took a deep breath, the blue iron long knife was raised again, and aimed at the purple-gold stars in the sky, at the same time, the first kung fu of "Time Myrtle Knife" was run to the extreme, and the spiritual power gathered in his eyes, sure enough, this crape myrtle brilliance was the most rigid and great, even if Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power was running to the extreme, it was faintly a little irresistible, and after a few breaths, there was a halo and phantom looming.

Under this kind of spiritual oppression, Wang Qingyuan let out a long roar, and the qi and blood that had been accumulated for a long time swayed upward, but he wanted to use this pressure to hit the second realm of "Time Knife" in one go.

The star position set by this second "Time Knife" is also located in the east of the Ancestral Divine Court, but it is not only two star apertures, but four star apertures, and only by connecting these four star apertures can this second star position be completely lit up.

Rumble!

The majestic qi and blood belonging to the seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong" were like a giant dragon hovering upward, like a bamboo, and the first star aperture of this second star position was blatantly penetrated.

The spiritual power has increased dramatically, it has more than doubled, Wang Qingyuan clearly felt that above the heavenly dome in the underworld, there was a cool air flow passing down, entering the ancestral divine court, and the illusory spiritual power seemed to have a tendency to change from virtual to real, but it was only a trend, and if you want to really manifest, there is obviously a lot of heat behind.

Even Wang Qingyuan still had a vague feeling, and his spiritual power began to give birth to a trace of extremely subtle vast and noble aura, just like the Ziwei Emperor Star above his head.

However, this feeling was fleeting, and immediately after, the qi and blood that broke through the star aperture continued unabated, and rushed straight to the portal where the second star aperture was.

Clang!

This time the impact seemed to have struck the heavenly bell, a magnificent bell rang, the power of qi and blood was blocked, Wang Qingyuan was shaken all over, and he understood that if this second star aperture wanted to penetrate, there was still some heat missing, maybe he could try again when his seventh layer of "Xuantian Gong" was completely complete, but he couldn't now, and then forcibly impacted it was very likely to suffer backlash and shock his internal organs.

Despite this, Wang Qingyuan also felt a kind of transformation of his spiritual power, reaching the second level of "Time Knife", and all kinds of wonderful uses that could not be used before also came to his heart.

Soon, Wang Qingyuan abandoned distracting thoughts, and the spiritual power of the second promotion shrouded a radius of fourteen or five zhang, which was more condensed, like an arm making a finger.

Facing the sun, Wang Qingyuan held high the blue iron long knife, his eyes were bright, even the brilliant light could not be hidden, he resisted the phantoms, and slashed down firmly and persistently.

Woo!

The plain basic knife technique did not use too much strength, but as Wang Qingyuan's knife fell, the vast mountain fog in front of him was torn open with a hole seven or eight zhang long and several feet wide, and there was a whining and deep knife sound.

In this way, Wang Qingyuan swung out one knife after another, and when the purple gold star slanted westward, in the void dozens of feet in front of him, the mountain mist shattered, and a pure sky was opened up.

Bite!

The blue iron long knife was on the ground, Wang Qingyuan gasped, but his eyes were flashing brightly, this half a day, he split out thousands of knives, for this "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" contained in the will to understand a lot, of course, although he split out thousands of knives, but they are all the same knife, not as the young Taoist priest said, comprehended thirty-six knives, and even Dacheng's seventy-seven forty-nine knives.

Despite this, Wang Qingyuan is also secretly frightened by the first knife of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", and he is looking forward to the day when he successfully builds the foundation and gives birth to his own vitality, and urges him with vitality, what kind of power will this "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" show.

Shaking his head, Wang Qingyuan restrained his thoughts, he tore off a corner of his clothes, put the blue iron long knife behind him, and began to descend the mountain.

Because the practice of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" consumes a huge amount of qi, blood and spirit, it is necessary to replenish blood food, meditate and regain energy, and now it has reached the limit, and if it continues to practice, it will overdraft the body, and the gains outweigh the losses.

......

Walking into Ziwei Palace and passing by some disciples in the palace, Wang Qingyuan frowned slightly, it seemed that except for the four Ziji Zhenren, the others were not real, as if the illusion he created with illusion was just a dead thing, operating according to his mind, without his own life and thinking.

"What kind of existence is the Yuanshen World?"

Wang Qingyuan had all kinds of speculations in his heart, but they were all rootless duckweed, without support, he knew that his realm was too shallow, if the skill realm of the top people was so easy to speculate, then the achievement of the Yuan Shen would not use the word Taoism.

The so-called Taoism, there is also a vague explanation in the "Tao Sutra", saying that it is the rules of the operation of the universe and the heavens, and the so-called Taoism is not proof, but verification, and if you can verify the rules of the operation of the heavens, you will achieve the original spirit.

Such a realm is too far away, and Wang Qingyuan can't comprehend even the slightest bit.

Crape Myrtle Temple.

The lantern in front of the gate was swaying, and Wang Qingyuan saw the back of Ziji Zhenren, staring at the open hall.

In the main hall, cigarette smoke curls, a piece of several zhang long case, enshrined melon and fruit pasta, after the case, is the Taoist body of the crape myrtle emperor up to more than ten zhang.

This body is carved with thousands of years of rosewood, sandalwood bursts, through Venus, from a distance like stars, like outlining a vast starry sky, a great emperor in the sea of stars ups and downs, the long river of time entangles its body, the Tao is boundless.

At this moment, Wang Qingyuan felt that the figure of Ziji Zhenren seemed to have become extremely distant, as if it was separated by layers of time and space, and it was difficult to reach.

At this time, the fat man stuck out his tongue, sweating like rain, and almost crawled to the front of the crape myrtle hall.

When he saw Wang Qingyuan, he wanted to speak, but soon he turned his head to look at it with palpitations, and shut up with a bitter face, because not far away, the young man who was like an iron tower was smiling and nodding at him.

After half of the incense, Qingliu also walked into the palace with a gloomy face, the sword in his hand was broken in two, and not far behind him, the beautiful Taoist aunt walked with her hands in her hands, her eyes were cold, and she didn't say a word.

After half a cup of tea.

Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, because Ziji Zhenren didn't seem to have the intention of letting them leave immediately.

The fat man also slowly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had thought of something, hehe smiled, and made Qingliu glare at him fiercely.

At this time, the young Taoist priest arrived, his eyes swept over Wang Qingyuan, and as soon as he lit up, he threw over a thick stack of old yellow paper.

"It's ......"

"Title Deed!"

In front of the ever-bright lamp, Ziji Zhenren finally turned around and spoke.

Title deed!

Wang Qingyuan and the three of them glanced at each other, and without waiting to speak, Ziji Zhenren waved his hand, and the starlight was blazing, like a fragment of time flying.

Coming back to his senses, the Ziwei Hall was broken, Wang Qingyuan shook his head with a wry smile, and the four of them could also see that if they didn't want to speak, even if they wanted to ask, they wouldn't have a chance.

Looking at the title deed in his hand, a stack of old yellow paper, the paper is very brittle, and it has obviously been stored for a long time.

"Shuangfeng County, Jiyuan Town, ten acres of fertile land in the north of the town, 4,915 years in the Kyushu calendar. ”

"Penghu County, 15 acres of fertile land in the south of Dahe Town, 4,887 years in the Kyushu calendar. ”

......

After half a stick of incense.

"These are the 10,000 acres of fertile land that my Xuantian Dao has inherited from generation to generation," the fat man smiled, "It seems that these are the private properties that my Ziwei Peak hid back then, and they were not divided by the peaks." ”

"A total of 57 acres of fertile land, although far less than the 300 acres of my crape myrtle peak at its peak, but one acre of fertile land, is to plant rice, and there can be fifteen or six taels of silver a year, fifty-seven acres, at least eight hundred taels," Qingliu groaned, and frowned, "It's just that time has passed, people's hearts are unpredictable, more than five hundred years, several generations of reincarnation, and there can be some friendship, it is difficult to predict." ”

Pouting his lips, the fat man said: "The title deed is in hand, my Kyushu law is above, but I can't help them, that's eight hundred taels, if you plant my Xuantian Dao's unique tiger tooth rice, it will be at least eighty thousand taels a year! Not to mention how much wealth has been accumulated in the past five hundred years, if it is used to rebuild Ziwei Palace, it will be completely new in a few years." ”

Wang Qingyuan shook his head, where is it so simple, wealth is moving, how many people in the world take risks, occupy the mountains as kings, kill people and sell goods, let alone more than 500 years, how many acres of these 57 acres of fertile land still exist are unknown.

"Tomorrow down the mountain. ”

Abruptly, Qingliu said in a deep voice, looking up to see the sunset, a round of winter moon cold, rising.

"Down the mountain?" the fat man's voice was raised, and then he nodded, and said, "It is true that we have to go down the mountain to explore the truth first, although we are now in the master of Ziwei Peak, but all kinds of supplies, pills, and blades have nothing to do with my Ziwei Peak, just like the Kaitian Pill used to build the foundation, and now we are still a little reluctant to exchange for two, let alone impact "Xuantian Gong" On the eighth layer, three Kaitian Dan may not be enough, but there must be various preparations, calm the mind and calm the mind, help settle the thousand-year-old agarwood, 10,000-year-old cypress powder, and bathe, soak in medicinal baths, and get rid of the turbidity on the body, which of these does not need money, and even money cannot be exchanged. ”

It is an eternal truth that it is possible to study hard for ten or decades, learn from teachers, and there is no way to get started.

"The three of us went down the mountain separately, and one of us walked in a county, visiting the virtual and the real. Qingliu said again.

Shuangfeng County, Penghu County, Yunyang County, and Ziwei Peak 57 acres of private land are mainly distributed in these three counties, together with Xuantian Dao Mountain, these three counties are all in Shiyan Prefecture.

"It's okay, I've been in the mountains for several years, and I've been practicing hard to build the foundation, but I haven't seen the blood of demons, so I'm a cultivator in vain!"

The fat man Qingyu shouted, but there was a series of bones exploding on his body, like a thunderbolt, he swept away his usual naïve, his eyes were sharp, and his body faintly exuded a compelling momentum.

Well?

Wang Qingyuan raised his eyebrows, it seems that the fat man is also a lot of hard work, listening to his bone sound, "Xuantian Gong" has clearly reached the sixth layer, and has taken an extremely solid step, and it is not very far from the consummation of the muscles and bones sounding together and the war drums are beating.

It can be seen that most of the Qingliu is not a little worse, and this kind of cultivation, as long as it does not go deep into the wilderness, follow the official road opened up by the Zhou Dynasty, and add a little care, there is probably no problem in walking a county.

The moon stars are scarce.

The roots of the old trees in the crape myrtle palace are bent, the stones are piled up, and a large shadow is seen from a distance, as if the ghosts and gods are lurking in it, gloomy, and the cold is extremely heavy.

The crape myrtle hall was deserted, a bonfire crackled, the flames jumped, and when it was blown by the wind, there were signs of extinguishment.

After leaving the outer courtyard, even the braziers and charcoal for winter heating were not supplied, and the miscellaneous house refused to pay any more credit.

Wang Qingyuan and the three of them were all meditating and recuperating, and no one spoke, because they all understood that this was Zhu Feng persecuting them to take the initiative to hand over the inheritance in their hands.

Although the Jingyuan Daoist, the head of the main peak of Ying Tianfeng, opened his mouth, and there was even a voice from the Golden Dome Pure Yang Palace, but the Donghua Dao people of the past generations did not ask about the world, unless the Dao King of the Human Race arrived, or the Emperor of the Demon Clan came, such as the inheritance of the same line, in his eyes, it could not withstand the truth of the Xuantian Dao Taiji Yin and Yang and the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

In fact, after that day, there was no sound on Ying Tianfeng.

At the end of the day, the sky was slightly bright, the bonfire was extinguished, and only a few wisps of green smoke were entangled.

did not go down the mountain directly like the two of them, and an hour later, Wang Qingyuan came to a frozen Qinghu Lake.