When Li Zhengchun and the others came to the foot of the mountain, they saw a huge stone tablet engraved with 14 big characters: "Cultivating Ten Thousand Buddhas and Prajna Dharma, and Saving My Heavenly Way is destined for people." Li Zhengchun nodded and said, "That's it!"

As he spoke, he led Mo Wentian towards the mountain. Compared with the mountain where Li Zhengchun was before, this mountain undoubtedly looks more magnificent and atmospheric.

Li Zhengchun explained to Mo Wentian: "This mountain is called Yutuo Mountain, and there is an old man's old friend living on the mountain, and he has given himself the nickname 'Chituo Old Monk'.

The two walked up the mountain one after the other, the mountain road was rugged, and it took a long time for Li Zhengchun to take Mo Wentian to the top of the mountain. I saw that there was a small temple on the top of the mountain, and an old monk was squatting in front of the temple, looking down and counting ants.

"Old immortal, don't hurry out to pick up guests!" Li Zhengchun shouted.

The old monk slowly raised his head, looked at Li Zhengchun who was standing in front of the temple gate, blinked and said to himself: "What's the matter with me lately? Why do I always dream in broad daylight, and this time I actually dreamed of Li Zhengchun's old bastard!"

As he spoke, he stood up and walked in front of Li Zhengchun, and slapped him heavily, but Li Zhengchun pinched his wrist.

"Ah, this dream monster is real!" the old monk wondered.

"What a fart! Lao Tzu is Li Zhengchun! You dead bald donkey doesn't dream!" Li Zhengchun shouted angrily at the old monk.

The old monk seemed to come back to his senses, looked up and down at Li Zhengchun, and after looking at it, he hammered Li Zhengchun on the chest: "Sure enough, it's you, old guy, why aren't you dead yet!"

"You thief bald donkey, can you hope for something good. ”

Mo Wentian watched the two of them frolicking in a daze, thinking that although this old monk of Chituo looked like a master of Taoism, he was no different from the scoundrels on the street no matter how he spoke and acted. These two goods are really the best! Otherwise, how could they come together!

After the two exchanged pleasantries, Li Zhengchun raised his eyebrows at the old monk Chituo and said, "What do you think of my newly accepted little apprentice?"

Only then did the old monk shift his gaze to Mo Wentian, only to see the old monk's eyes shining, and Mo Wentian was nervous for a while. The old monk Chituo looked around Mo Wentian for a while, and finally fixed his gaze on the pale golden mark on the center of his eyebrows.

The old monk Chituo trembled his hands and said excitedly: "It's amazing, old guy!

"Isn't it, don't look at whose apprentice it is!" Li Zhengchun looked proud.

The old monk pulled Li Zhengchun aside and whispered, "Old guy, you give me this kid." ”

"How can I find this kid, and I'm about to pass on my mantle to him! You thief bald donkey, I knew you would come and dig the foot of the wall and tell you that there is no door!"

The old monk Chituo didn't mind, but just straightened the monk's robe on his body, and said to Li Zhengchun: "Say, what do you want to do when you come to me this time?"

"Of course I'm here to see you! Haven't we seen each other for a long time?" said Li Zhengchun with a face.

"I don't know your character yet? Tell me, what is the purpose!"

"Then I'll tell you the truth, I really have something to ask you for this time!" Li Zhengchun said with a straight face.

The old monk Chituo saw that Li Zhengchun's face was serious, and his expression became a little more serious. He said in a deep voice: "Say, what is the matter?" ”

Then, Li Zhengchun told the old monk Chituo what happened in Lijian Villa and the origin of the golden mark on the center of this kid's eyebrows. After hearing this, the old monk muttered to himself: "This child was born in a catastrophe, I don't know if it will be a disaster or a benefit to one party in the future!"

"What do you care about so much? This kid doesn't have a good temperament, don't fool me with all those things in your Buddhism!"

The old monk Chituo smiled bitterly, since the day this child was born, Lijian Villa began to suffer great disasters. In the past few decades, a large part of the reason why Mo Liancheng, the owner of the mountain villa, has not passed on his martial arts is because he is afraid that he will go to the demon path in the future. The old monk Chituo didn't know how to face Li Zhengchun, thinking of his old feelings, it stands to reason that he must help this within his ability. But I am afraid that this child will eventually cause disaster to the whole world, so that those Li people's lives will fall into dire misery again. Just when the old monk Chituo was hesitating, Li Zhengchun remembered one more thing, the golden sword! Li Zhengchun told the old monk Chituo about all the circumstances he had encountered that night, and he saw that the old monk Chituo had a solemn face and pondered for a long time.

The old monk of Chituo walked towards Mo Wentian and said slowly: "Boy, let the old man take a look at the golden sword in your arms." ”

Mo Wentian didn't have much resistance to this old monk who looked very manlike, and reached out and handed him the golden sword. After the old monk Chituo got it in his hand, he saw that the original golden long sword slowly turned black, and then turned blood red again! It was exactly the same as when Li Zhengchun first took this sword!

The old monk of Chituo looked solemn, and said coldly to Li Zhengchun: "This sword is fierce!"

Touching the Buddha beads in his hand, he continued: "But it's not impossible. ”

Li Zhengchun took a step forward, glanced at the blood-red long sword in the hand of the old monk Chituo, and said bluntly: "What way?"

"There is a fairy spring water on my Yutuo Mountain, you can place this sword at the bottom of the fairy spring, and you and I can work together to remove the murderous things contained in this sword!"

"Good!"

The three of them came to the vicinity of the fairy spring water in Lutuo Mountain, and saw that the spring water was surrounded by fairy energy, clear and transparent, but it was bottomless. The old monk Chituo held the sword in one hand and the Buddha beads in the other, walked to the edge of the spring, channeled the qi of the dantian into his arms, and threw the blood-red long sword to the bottom of the spring. When the sword entered the spring, it began to make a strange noise, like a miserable howl, and like the Sanskrit sound of ten thousand Buddhas. Every vein on the body of the long sword released a monstrous blood qi, as if it wanted to dye the spring red. It's just that the immortal spring water can resist the evil qi of the blood sword, and slowly purify the evil qi in the long sword bit by bit.

Li Zhengchun and the old monk joined forces to instill internal force into the center of the immortal spring, and then added it to the long sword through the immortal spring water, and the long sword suddenly trembled violently, and even stirred the spring water into turbulent waves. The old monk let out a loud shout and spit out a string of Buddha names from his mouth, which stabilized the long sword. Mo Wentian was stunned when he watched from the sidelines, could there be something still in the long sword he accidentally obtained?

Li Zhengchun and the old monk Chituo had serious expressions, Mo Wentian had never seen the master so dignified. The two of them worked together to slowly purify the evil qi on the blood sword, and the original blood-red long sword began to turn pale gold, and then to blood red, and so on, and the color changed. Mo Wentian was bored, squatting on a big stone on the edge of the spring, holding his cheeks and looking at the two old guys.

An hour later, the two old guys reined in their internal strength and looked relaxed. The old monk let out a sigh and said lightly: "Fortunately, the murderous thing in the sword has been removed." ”

Li Zhengchun also put down the stone hanging in his heart, and sure enough, he was still smart and knew that coming to this bald donkey could solve the problem. Li Zhengchun skillfully picked up the wine jug hanging from his waist, poured a large sip of wine into his mouth, and sighed deliciously. The old monk Chituo glanced at Li Zhengchun beside him and quipped: "Old fellow, how are you going to repay me? I have spent a lot of internal strength for you!"

"Come, come, drink, please. Li Zhengchun handed the wine jug to the old monk Chituo and said slowly.

"Get out! Although Lao Qu is not a good monk, he is not dyed with wine. Otherwise, the Buddha would not have forgiven the old man!" As he spoke, the old monk put his hands together and closed his eyes in prayer.

"Alas, you are such a wild monk, and the Buddha doesn't want you either!"

"What did you say!"

"I didn't ...... It's nothing. ”

After the two old guys fought for a while, the old monk Chituo stretched out his right hand, slowly instilled the internal force into the long sword at the bottom of the spring, and easily took the long sword back. I saw that this originally pale golden long sword became heavier and heavier, but it did not have the same strong evil aura as before. The sword body has also changed from the original pale gold and blood red to two colors intertwined, which looks really gorgeous.

"I don't know if the power has dropped. Li Zhengchun put down the flask and retrieved the long sword from the old monk Chituo, wanting to see if the power of the sword had changed. I saw Li Zhengchun holding the sword in one hand, and suddenly a strong internal force poured out from the dantian, instilled into the sword body, Li Zhengchun jumped up and slashed towards a waterfall in the distance. The sword qi rushed towards the waterfall with unparalleled momentum, only to see that the waterfall was suddenly cut in half by a sword! The rock behind the waterfall was also cut by the sword qi!

"His grandmother's, why is this sword so powerful? It's an ancient divine weapon!"

The old monk Chituo also looked at this long sword with a look of surprise, nodded and said: "It's really good, with that kid's talent in martial arts, maybe he can really carry the entire martial arts in the future!

The old monk Chituo hesitated for a moment, and then said, "How are you going to teach this kid martial arts? He has to go out of his own way, so that he will not be limited in martial arts in the future, and it will be difficult to break the cage. ”

How to teach this boy? This is also what Li Zhengchun is troubled now, if he directly teaches him his mantle, it may not really suit him, so that even if there is some improvement at the beginning, it will become more difficult to face the most important levels of martial arts in the end. Li Zhengchun thought a lot, Mo Wentian, this kid now has Lu Zu Jindan in his body, and he also has a peerless magic weapon in his hand, so he has to teach him how to use the internal power of Jindan in his body and the long sword. When Li Zhengchun was hesitating, the old monk Chituo suddenly said in a deep voice: "I have a way, but I don't know if this kid can bear it!"

"What's the solution?"

"Kill! Find your own way from the wandering between life and death!"

"You are a dead bald donkey, and you always say that you are a member of Buddhism, and you let a teenage guy kill people when you open your mouth and close your mouth?" Li Zhengchun retorted.

"Kill only those who deserve to be killed!"

"Then what do you say should be killed!" Li Zhengchun said angrily.

The old monk Chituo closed his eyes and said slowly: "The Buddha said that there are people in the world who should be saved, and there are people who should be killed. People who are destined to save the suffering, save the common people, and be dedicated to goodness are for those who should be saved, and those who do all kinds of evil for the sake of the common people, such as robbing homes and houses, killing people and setting fires, are for those who should be killed!"

"You mean to just give this kid a sword and let him chase down those who have done bad things?"

Although this son was born in response to the catastrophe, he is gifted and has a good temperament. If he wants to find his own path of martial arts, he is the only one who can find it in this great river and lake, experience those rights and wrongs, and finally find his own path. ”

Li Zhengchun retorted: "I don't approve! You old guy doesn't know how many people are looking for this kid in the rivers and lakes now, and you can bear to let such a ten-year-old little guy walk the rivers and lakes alone like this? I'm afraid that he will be killed before he has gone far!"

"So what do you say you should do?"

"The old man will teach him for a while, and then let him go to the rivers and lakes again!"

"How long will it take?"

"Eight years!"

"Okay! I'll be with you!"

So, under the words of the two old guys, Mo Wentian was arranged clearly. He was not allowed to go down the mountain for eight years, and he could only practice on Mount Yutuo. Mo Wentian was very helpless, but he also knew that these two goods were indeed for their own good, and if they wanted to take revenge, they had to practice martial arts, and if they wanted to practice martial arts, they had to do what the master and the old monk said. Besides, Li Zhengchun, as his own master, will not harm himself, right? If he harms himself, the old guy will be the only one left in this "Jianghu Dao", and he will not become a lonely man? And that old monk seems to be the same as Li Zhengchun, a real old gangster, I really don't know what he will be taught by these two old immortals in five years.

Mo Wentian still accepted this proposal very reluctantly, and practiced it on Luotuo Mountain for eight years, and then he might really be able to be as powerful as the old guy from his master!

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In this way, Mo Wentian stayed on the Deltuo Mountain, and every day in addition to practicing swordsmanship with Li Zhengchun, he also meditated and absorbed the internal force of the golden pill in his body.

On this day, Mo Wentian got up early as usual and came to sit cross-legged next to the fairy spring. This immortal spring flows out of nowhere, but practicing here and cultivating internal strength can always achieve twice the result with half the effort, so the first thing Mo Wentian does when he wakes up every day is to come to the immortal spring and close his eyes and meditate. After running the Jindan True Qi in his body for one big week and three small weeks, Mo Wentian stood up and stretched, and let out a comfortable breath.

Subsequently, Mo Wentian picked up the long sword, and after the sword was purified by the joint efforts of the two old guys, Mo Wentian gave it a name, "Shocking Hong". With the Thrilling Sword in his hand, Mo Wentian's momentum became suddenly different, making it difficult to imagine that this was just a child who was only in his teens. Mo Wentian practiced according to several sets of sword moves taught to him by Li Zhengchun, in order to avoid the apprentice being limited by his own routines in the future, Li Zhengchun simply taught Mo Wentian some of the essence that he had explored by wandering on the line of life and death countless times over the years. And how to use it, Li Zhengchun didn't say much, just let Mo Wentian figure it out by himself. Of course, in addition to teaching these sets of swordsmanship without a name, Li Zhengchun will also regularly "fight" with Mo Wentian, of course, not in the real sense, but just a contest between the master and apprentice, in order to test whether Mo Wentian has made progress over the past few days. If Li Zhengchun can't be satisfied, Mo Wentian will be punished a little, and the old man's dirty clothes will be washed clean. In order not to wash the old guy's clothes, Mo Wentian practiced really seriously, so Li Zhengchun on the side shook his head and smiled bitterly: "This kid!"

After practicing a set of swordsmanship, Mo Wentian stripped naked and soaked in the immortal spring water, closed his eyes and meditated. According to the old monk Chituo, this spring water helps to strengthen the body of people who practice martial arts, especially children like Mo Wentian, who are more than ten years old, meditating in this immortal spring for an hour every day, which is very helpful for future cultivation.

And in the process of practicing the sword for these days, Mo Wentian gradually found that there seemed to be some kind of inexplicable connection between him and the sword, and sometimes he could even control the sword without internal force! This made Li Zhengchun and the old monk Chituo feel unusual, and finally agreed that it was because this sword was a divine weapon and could establish some potential connection with the user.

After Mo Wentian finished practicing, he went straight to the temple that was not big or small, and he didn't know what the reason was, and there was only one monk in the entire temple, the old monk Chituo, and none of the other monks. Coming to the temple, Mo Wentian saw that the old monk Chituo was sitting on a futon and knocking on the wooden fish silently, for the old monk to get up every day to knock on the wooden fish, Mo Wentian has long been accustomed to it, but some people are not used to it.

"You old bald donkey, what do you knock in the morning, the Buddha can't hear it!" I saw Li Zhengchun come to the old monk Chituo angrily, pointed to his nose and said viciously.

"The Buddha is at ease in his heart, who said he can't hear. You guy should really learn from your apprentice, you look at Wentian every morning before dawn to get up and practice. Look at you again, in addition to drinking or drinking all day long, you are lazy and do not do your job. ”

"You thief bald donkey, you have the ability to say it again!"

"That's it, I'm still afraid of you!"

Mo Wentian directly ignored these two old guys and walked towards the outside of the temple with the hand. These two goods are arguing all day long, and I really don't know how they got here. I don't think this is as good as a thug in the market! Mo Wentian muttered and left the small temple, and came to the immortal spring water to practice his sword again.

Mo Wentian held the sword in one hand, standing proudly beside the immortal spring, and from the golden mark between his eyebrows, a thick internal force flowed out, instilling it all over his body. Mo Wentian added his internal force to Jinghong, and slashed forward diagonally with his long sword. The sword qi rushed forward like a broken bamboo with the internal force, and several towering ancient trees in front of it were hit by the sword qi and fell backwards fiercely!

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