An hour later.

In front of the crape myrtle spring, the clear stream throws out the crape myrtle order, and in the dry spring pool, there is suddenly a bubbling spring again, the cold air is like a white mist, swirling and floating, like a fairy spring, and it is like the stars of the heavenly realm falling on the earth.

The quiet but solemn crape myrtle palace, the aroma of the deep fragrance into the nose, makes people calm, the everlasting lamp is not extinguished, and the green smoke curls in the beast incense burner carved in bluestone.

You can see a handyman walking by, or sprinkling and sweeping, or carrying incense burners, or adding lamp oil, and some are transporting vegetables and fruits, there are blood-red rice, curved like fangs, crystal clear, clear and bright, this is clearly the tiger tooth rice recorded in the history of Xuantian Dao in the Tibetan scripture building.

Five hundred years ago, the heyday, the fire cooking oil, even the disciples in the palace ate one or two snowflakes and silver and a pound of tiger tooth rice, and the entire crape myrtle peak consumed a day, and I didn't care at all.

Wang Qingyuan sighed in his heart, if he wants to reproduce such a prosperous scene, it is really not a month or two, or even a year or two.

In front of the crape myrtle hall.

Ziji Zhenren stood tall, and the three young Taoist priests were also standing in front of the hall, as if they were already waiting for the three of them.

"From today onwards, the three of them will guide you, and you will each practice. ”

Ziji Zhenren spoke, his eyes were warm, he swept over Wang Qingyuan and the others, and said calmly: "Disciple of Zhangfeng, Xuantian Gong is not allowed to enter the eighth layer, and the foundation must not be built. ”

What the!

Wang Qingyuan and the three of them were all shocked, "Xuantian Gong" did not enter the eighth layer, and they could not build a foundation!

The fat man Qingyu immediately made a bitter face, where is it so easy to break through the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", that is, there are more than 1,000 disciples in the entire Xuantian Dao Outer Courtyard, and there are only twenty people who built the foundation with the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", so it seems that if you want to break through the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", it is not easier than building a foundation, and even some people die because of the impact of the eighth layer of "Xuantian Gong", the meridians are broken, the qi and blood flow backwards, and the body explodes.

"Come with me!"

Without waiting for the fat man to react, a big hand grabbed the placket behind his head and lifted it up, the sudden change, Wang Qingyuan was shocked, he looked at the front of the Ziwei Palace, and he didn't know when there was one person missing, it was a young man with a body like an iron tower and a loyal face, at this time he was annoyed, and strode away with the fat man.

"Let me down, my damn fat man will be famous for ...... first life"

Syllable!

The fat man's voice stopped abruptly, and the young man slapped the knife, and the fat man fainted, drooping his head, leaving only a slight sound of breathing.

For example, Wang Qingyuan couldn't help but twitch his face, but he quickly fixed his gaze, because a figure stood three feet in front of him without the slightest warning.

A young Taoist priest, carrying a four-foot long knife, his slender figure, square face, and a pair of bright eyes, seemed to be able to see the red dust of the world.

This glance seems to see all the vanity.

This glance seemed to wash away all the distracting thoughts in Wang Qingyuan's heart, like two blazing suns, just to the yang.

However, Wang Qingyuan's heart is open, he reads and knows righteousness, he has always felt that his heart is upright, and he is not afraid of ghosts and gods, and now the young Taoist priest looks at him like this, that is, he thinks that there may be sneakiness in his heart, how can he bow his head, his backbone is straight, his eyes are very positive and bright, so he looks at the young Taoist priest without giving in.

Ten breaths later.

"It's kind of interesting, come with me. ”

The young Taoist priest's eyes shone away, nodded, he was a little wooden, he didn't look good at words, he didn't have a smile, his expression was very stiff, he didn't care about Wang Qingyuan after speaking, he turned around and left.

Wang Qingyuan glanced at Qingliu, and now the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked helpless, and then looked in front of him, but it was a beautiful Dao Gu who looked about twenty years old, carrying a three-foot-seven inch long sword, this Dao Gu was extremely tall, with a graceful back, especially a pair of eyes, like chalcedony that had been bred in autumn water for ten thousand years, crystal clear and moist.

As if sensing Qingliu's contempt, Dao Gu snorted coldly, and a cold air swept through the land in an instant.

Hiss!

Wang Qingyuan was also unfortunately affected, he gasped, like falling into a cold cellar, half of his body was almost frozen.

Recite!

A cyan sword light flashed away, and Wang Qingyuan's spiritual power did not dare to leave the Ancestral Divine Court, because he sensed a sharp edge, he had no doubt that if his spiritual power came out of the body, he would immediately be crushed by this sword path edge.

The cold air came and went quickly, and the sword light was fleeting, and when Wang Qingyuan took another look, he hurriedly raised his feet to catch up with the back of the young Taoist.

In front of the crape myrtle hall.

Qingliu looked angry, he glared at the beautiful Dao Gu not far away, there was only a snow-white liner left on his body, and the Dao robe outside was fragmented, all of which became hundreds of strips of cloth.

He looked at the front of Ziwei Hall again, Ziji Zhenren didn't know when there was no figure, Wang Qingyuan also followed the young Taoist priest away, leaving only a vague back, facing the beautiful Taoist girl in front of him alone, Qingliu suddenly had an ominous premonition.

......

Wang Qingyuan followed the steps of the young Taoist priest, walked out of Ziwei Palace, meandered up along the mountain road, and walked into the vast white mist.

Until later, the mountain road was cut off, and the young Taoist priest followed a steep mountain wall to the top, he did not use his hands, only jumped with his feet, but he was very steady, even if there was only a slight mountain rock bulge, he could easily borrow strength, and the subtle control of the strength made Wang Qingyuan sigh.

However, he also tried his best, the first "Time Knife" was run to the extreme, his mental power was released, and he moved his body from his heart every inch, except for occasional hands, but he barely kept up with the pace of the young Taoist.

After a stick of incense.

Through the last thin layer of mountain mist, a warm and dazzling purple-gold starlight sprinkled down, and the two of them had reached the top.

The more purple-gold stars came within reach, Wang Qingyuan felt a thick life qi.

Boom!

With a knife sound, Wang Qingyuan looked at his feet, and a four-foot blue iron long knife was stuck on the ground, still buzzing.

"The ancients had a saying: 'A gentleman promotes good by curbing evil, and accepting orders from heaven can be peaceful in all directions'. What I want to pass on to you is the North of the Sifang Emperor Sword "Ziwei Heavenly Knife". ”

"Ziwei Heavenly Knife"!

Ziwei Peak's world-famous sword technique in the past is unique among the veins of Xuantian Dao, and it is rumored that when the enlightenment reaches the pinnacle, it can connect the long river of time, and there is no past and future; This is the northern knife of the Sifang Emperor Knife, which is the same as the Oriental knife cultivated by the Donghua Dao people in the past dynasties, and has the meaning of guarding the four poles.

"Why me. Wang Qingyuan looked up and said.

"It was the knife that chose you, not me. The young Taoist priest said lightly, it seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time, and his voice was very dry.

Wang Qingyuan was stunned, and then he was silent, a little unclear, but the Lingtai throbbed for a while, and he understood that it was already a blessing for him to be able to get the inheritance of "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", and I am afraid that there is also the influence of time seeds.

Under the whole world, how many sectarian families in Kyushu, and how many people can get such a inheritance, that is, many children of official eunuchs in the imperial city of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and only after participating in the martial arts and township examinations can they have the qualifications to enter the Royal Academy, but this kind of mastery is not immediately available, and it needs to go through a lot of audits and inspections by many bachelors and scholars in the academy, and after various tests, they can worship the disciples and teach the best.

In the next half hour, the young Taoist priest taught Wang Qingyuan an oral description of more than 2,000 words, which was unique to the "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", which caused the seeds of time to tremble.

A broad and profound vitality method, which does not even have a name, is one and the same as "Ziwei Heavenly Knife", and is silently remembered by Wang Qingyuan.

Of course, he can't practice this Yuan Qi Mind Method now, and he needs to wait until the "Xuantian Gong" is complete, successfully builds the foundation, opens up the dantian, and gives birth to his own vitality.

When Wang Qingyuan wrote down the mental method, the young Taoist priest began to practice the knife method, he pulled out the four-foot long knife behind his back, the slender blade was aimed at the purple star in the sky, his arm was very steady, his eyes were very positive, facing some dazzling starlight, firmly and persistently slashed down.

His movements were not fast, so he faced Zixing, slashing after stab, until after thirty-six swords, he put the knife into the sheath and said: "I only practiced to the thirty-sixth knife, and the "Ziwei Heavenly Knife" should have seventy-seven forty-nine swords. ”

It seemed that he had just recited a scripture of the Heart Method, and the young Taoist's tone gradually smoothed, but his expression was still very light, as if he was born like this.

This is "Ziwei Heavenly Knife"?

Wang Qingyuan's eyes were a little strange, from beginning to end, he saw the young Taoist priest holding a knife, slashing down one by one, which was clearly the basic knife technique he had already learned, and he had already learned the basic knife technique of fighting the blade in the past.

In Kyushu, a few cultivators don't know a few basic sword techniques, and even if they practice fists and feet, they must be familiar with the most basic sword moves, and these basic things must be dabbled in when the foundation is first built.

"Every half a month, I'll wait for you here to test your sword skills. ”

The young Taoist priest said again, this time he turned around and went down the peak directly, regardless of Wang Qingyuan, and disappeared into the thick mountain fog in a few jumps.

The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, Wang Qingyuan was a little speechless, but he saw the young Taoist priest fighting with Ziji Zhenren with his own eyes, that kind of sword technique was even more dazzling than the stars, even if he didn't use his vitality, he didn't have the slightest confidence to take it.

Once every half a month, Wang Qingyuan suddenly felt that the young Taoist priest was very unreliable.

Wang Qingyuan muttered to himself, complaining that it was useless, he could only rely on himself.

He pulled out the blue iron long knife on the ground, shook his hand, but showed a little surprise, and then looked carefully at the knife body, a natural cloud pattern, flowing water patterns intertwined, this seemingly inconspicuous blue iron long knife, actually folded and forged at least dozens of hundreds of times, the knife body is heavy, more than 100 catties.

Pull off a head, blow lightly on the blade, and break off in response.

"Sure enough, this is a treasure soldier," Wang Qingyuan inhaled and said, "The world's blades, treasure soldiers, traceless dao soldiers, psychic divine soldiers, feather soul soldiers, even the most ordinary treasure soldiers, it takes a skilled master craftsman to be able to cast and forge it, even if ordinary soldiers have a lifetime of hard work, they may not be able to master the secret of forging." ”

"Above the treasure soldiers, traceless Taoist soldiers, psychic soldiers, and even legendary feather soul soldiers, some historical records and ancient books say that you can transform the human body, walk the world, punish the evil and promote the good, but I don't know the truth or falsehood, I think most of it is wild history, the blade psychic has been rare in the world, and it has become a myth when it becomes a person. ”

Holding the blue iron long knife in his hand, Wang Qingyuan calmed down, he used his spiritual power, abandoned the expulsion of distracting thoughts, and soon his heart was like water.

Recalling the young Taoist's knife technique, expression, gaze, and footwork, Wang Qingyuan looked up, at the top of this crape myrtle peak, the purple star was golden, very dazzling, just a few breaths, a halo and a phantom appeared in his eyes.

In an instant, Wang Qingyuan understood that the young Taoist's sword technique was not as simple as he imagined.