"Cooked, cooked!" The rabbit meat roasted on the bonfire sizzled, and the blue-robed Taoist priest hurriedly took down the roasted hare.

The meat is rich and fragrant, I have to say, Mo Tianxiang, who is not doing business all day long and only cares about walking around and reading books, is a real expert in eating and drinking, and the roasted hare meat is moderately golden, the meat is juicy, the oil is shining, and the outside is crispy and the inside is tender.

The little monster who was still sleeping a moment ago turned over and sat next to Bai Yun, staring directly at the roast hare that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, salivating, Mo Tianxiang smiled heartily, tore off a rabbit leg and handed it to the brown bear with red spots on his eyebrows.

"Senior Brother Mo, wait a minute. Bai Yun took out a bottle of secret seasoning from his bosom, cooked it and sprinkled it twice on the roasted hare.

"It's ready to eat!" Bai Yun said, putting away the spice bottle.

"Hey, why do you carry the spices with you?" the young Taoist priest said curiously.

"Because I'm a cook. Bai Yun quipped

Mo Tianxiang couldn't wait to tear off a rabbit leg and handed it to Bai Yun, who was sitting beside him: "Taste it." ”

Then the Taoist priest also tore off a piece of rabbit meat and put it in his mouth, full of praise, but then sighed from the bottom of his heart: "I came out in a hurry tonight, and I forgot to bring two classic books. ”

Bai Yun laughed, took a bite of the rabbit leg, stretched his eyebrows, nodded contentedly, and the roasted hare with the secret seasoning was simply the poplar branch nectar in this snowy night.

After gnawing on a rabbit leg cleanly, the little monster poked its head over again, its eyes lit up when it stared at the half hare in Mo Tianxiang's hand, and the Taoist priest smiled and tore off the other rabbit leg and handed it to the little monster.

"This spirit beast of yours is unusual. Mo Tianxiang said as he chewed rabbit meat.

"Spirit beast?" Bai Yun said with a slight stunned moment.

The blue-robed Taoist priest has never been fond of making a fool of himself, and said like a bamboo tube pouring beans: "This brown bear has a vermilion mark on the center of the eyebrows, which is the vermilion brown bear recorded in the Classic of Mountains and Seas, born in five hundred years, born into the string realm, and the Nine Heavens Earth Python you killed before is the same as the Flood Desolation Spirit Beast, but there are very few Flood Desolation Spirit Beasts with Vermilion Marks in the eyebrows under the sky, this bear is much rarer than the Nine Heavens Anaconda, once it grows up, it will not be lower than the Taifeng realm, if it is a coincidence, it may break through the Tiangang Flood Wilderness." ”

"Born into the String Realm?" Bai Yun looked at the little monster who was gobbling up in disbelief, it was not much different from an ordinary bear cub except for the conspicuous red dot on the center of its eyebrows, it was born as an embryo of the Taifeng realm?

After a full meal, the little monster rode to the neck of the big black and white cat, and the big cat didn't care about the mob's harassment and teasing, and lay on the floor and snored.

Bai Yun stroked the iron sword that was too ordinary to be ordinary, and his brows furrowed slightly.

Mo Tianxiang patted his belly and burped: "When I saw the sword light and sword shadow on this Lanyue Pavilion, I was curious about who would be practicing the sword here so late, and when I came up, it turned out to be you, junior brother, and watched carefully for a while, and found that the sword was turbulent but there was no god in the sword, but it hit a bottleneck?"

Bai Yun nodded, his gaze away from the iron sword, and landed on the campfire swaying in the wind.

"Although I don't know how to play the sword, but I worship the dream of a person and a sword, these years in the Jixia Mountain walking and reading, reading books like the vast sea, which has not seen less books about the way of the sword, I think I have a little insight into the way of the sword, you might as well spit out the doubts in your heart, and I will solve the doubts for you one by one. Mo Tianxiang poked the bonfire with a branch.

Bai Yun looked at the blue-robed Taoist priest in disbelief.

Mo Tianxiang looked down and said, "Let's talk about it." ”

The young man's gaze returned to the iron sword, and he sighed: "Master poured the Eight Swords of Falling Dust into me, but I am not talented enough to start, and I can't even integrate the sword moves with the mental method, just like a lonely boat in the sea can't find the direction, three months have passed, I haven't even touched the skin of the first move, it took the master twenty years to understand this set of swordsmanship, I'm afraid it will take me fifty years to learn." ”

After hearing this, the young Taoist priest smiled and said, " It's really unfounded, between the sword and the sword practice, it is like an abyss, if you let you understand the sword alone, then it should be really a lonely boat in the sea and can't find the direction, the smart person will take ten or twenty years, and the dull person will spend fifty years It is not surprising, since Uncle Li has spent twenty years to realize the dust swordsmanship, then this set of swords is to take its essence to its dross, more concise than ordinary swordsmanship, like a night road light leading you away, instead of letting you go to the dark to find the way, don't make the mistake of seeing the tree and not seeing the forest. ”

Bai Yun nodded as if he didn't understand.

The blue-robed Taoist priest continued: "In fact, there are three layers of sword intent, first the sword momentum, then the sword qi, and finally the sword gang, the sword momentum is the sword move you just hit, and the sword recruit recruits the sword qi to draw out the sword gang, this is the sword intent, I see that your sword momentum is good, but you can't use the sword together, so you can't do the unity of the human sword." ”

"Then how can I use my heart sword?" Bai Yun wondered.

"Come, you can show me a set of sword postures first. Mo Tianxiang took the iron sword in Bai Yun's hand and threw it outside the pavilion.

The young Lingyan swept out around the beam, pulled out the iron sword with a clatter, and let the scabbard plunge straight into the snow.

The snowflakes are long, and the sword dance under the moon clarifies the shadow.

"Concentrate your breath and gather your dantian!" The young Taoist priest stood in the pavilion with his hands in his hands, quite a big demeanor.

Bai Yun swung his sword like a dance, and according to Mo Tianxiang's words, he gathered qi in the dantian, and felt that the sea of qi suddenly heated up.

"Qi leaves the dantian and travels the meridians!" Mo Tianxiang said.

The young man took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, and the hot air gathered in the dantian began to slowly move through the meridians around his body.

"There is a sword in the heart, and the sword is not centrifugal. The young Taoist priest frowned slightly.

The boy closed his eyes, his heart draining from distractions.

Hey?

The young man was surprised to find that the sword in his hand trembled slightly as if it had been possessed, and a faint white light that could be found with the naked eye flashed on the sword body.

The unity of the sword man?.

"Sword Dance Eight Desolations!" At this moment, the sword man is one, and Bai Yun takes the opportunity to use the first form of the Falling Dust Sword Technique.

A small white sword light appeared in the air, but compared to Li Feng's meteor-like sword, it was nothing but a big deal.

"Out!" Bai Yun flicked his wrist, and the sword light slashed towards a forest in the distance.

Whew... After the sword light, the trunk of the tree was left with dense sword marks of different shades.

The young man looked at the sword in his hand incredulously, and then turned his head to look at the young Taoist priest who seemed to have nothing to do all day, and suddenly felt that this figure was somewhat familiar, and it was quite similar to the statue on the Dao Flat in the bun.

The boy came back to his senses, put away his sword and returned to the pavilion.

The young Taoist priest quietly turned over, looked at the night dome to the south, and muttered to himself, "Is it snowing in Jiangnan too?"

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The night was vast, and the snow covered the entire mountain like a hijab.

In the dead of night, on a roof of Changhong Peak, a young man sat cross-legged and looked at the night dome in a daze.

The cold wind was blowing, and the boy let the snowflakes fall on his shoulders, and on his knees lay a dark green long sword, the scabbard was entwined with gold wires like a swimming dragon.

The name of the sword is Xuanyuan.

When Kong Daoren was young, he traveled all over the world, and by chance found this fairy sword in a cave in Mangshan and collected it as a sword. Thinking about the original battle between good and evil, the Qingcang Dao people held the Xuanyuan sword, and a green dragon went out to sea, killing the evil people of the Tianlong Society, but although the Qingcang Dao people used swords as weapons, they were very different from the sword path that Li Feng walked.

A snowflake fluttered on the top of the young man's head, and the Xuanyuan sword that was placed flat on his knees was suddenly unsheathed, and the young man jumped into the sky at the same time, holding Xuanyuan with one hand and pinching it with the other as a two-finger trick.

The Xuanyuan sword was suddenly flourishing.

In the next moment, the sword was like a green dragon wading through a river, swimming out of the sword body and hovering above the sky.

"Good!" the white bearded Michito appeared on the roof with a sparkling gaze.

The boy put his sword back into its sheath and fell back to the roof.

"Master. The young man bowed respectfully.

"It's not too early to leave, why don't you rest?" asked Kong Daoren.

"The disciple was stupid and couldn't figure out the green dragon going to sea, so he wanted to take advantage of the dead of night to come to this roof to meditate and enlighten. Zhong Li, who was holding the Xuanyuan sword, replied.

Qingcang Dao people said with hope in their eyes: "You are a good material for practicing martial arts, and it is really rare to be so diligent, you are worthy of being a teacher to pass on the Xuanyuan Sword to you." ”

Zhong gradually separated from the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand and looked deeply at Lao Dao: "The disciple will never live up to Master's expectations." ”

Qingcang Daoren stroked the long beard of the white flower and nodded.

In the forest stream of Nixia Peak, a chic green shirt and a young man who seems to be slightly chubby but are actually sturdy sit around the bonfire, on which all kinds of game from the mountains are shelved.

The tempting aroma of meat wafted away, and the fat man tore off a whole pheasant leg regardless of the hot hand and chopped off the ear, praising the man in green shirt next to him for his good craftsmanship while eating.

The man in the green shirt also ripped off a pheasant leg and gnawed it: "Xiao Gu, is the game on our Jixia Mountain much more delicious than that under the mountain?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes. The fat man Xiao Gu devoured and didn't care to answer.

"Let me tell you, our Jixia Mountain is full of aura is a well-deserved feng shui treasure, this pheasant and hare have grown up absorbing the aura of the world and the earth of Jixia since childhood, the meat is fresh and tender, fat but not greasy, roasted but not burnt, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, it is really a must!" Wu Feixia said in amazement.

Xiao Gu buried his head in chopping his ears, and he didn't have time to pay attention to Wu Feixia who was talking to himself.

Wu Feixia chewed pheasant meat in his mouth, and said unhurriedly: "Eat slowly, eat full, tomorrow we will go to Cangshan and Erhai in southern Xinjiang for a walk." ”

The fat man Xiaogu almost didn't choke after hearing this, thinking that Wu Feixia had left him in the mountains for three days and three nights last time, and almost fed jackals and beasts, thinking that he could live a few days of peace and comfort when he returned to the mountains, but Wu Feixia didn't let him get what he wanted, what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd? The mountains of southern Xinjiang are wild places, monsters are rampant, the name of the dangerous Cangshan and Erhai is even more thunderous, and the legend is also sealed with a monster with a body of more than 100 zhang, if Wu Feixia throws himself in the Cangshan for three days and three nights, this time he will not meet a jackal beast, but a monster beast that eats people and does not spit out bones! Thinking of this, the little monster can't wait to give a few punches to the hateful man in green shirt next to him.

Xiao Gu wanted to refuse bluntly, but because of the fist of the man in the green shirt, he said euphemistically: "It's just been a few days since I came back, and I'm going to go to southern Xinjiang in a hurry?"

"What?" Wu Feixia teased, "Just say it if you're afraid." ”

The fat man Xiao Gu glared at Wu Feixia, gritted his teeth fiercely and said, "Whoever doesn't go will have a grandson!"