A Jinxing intermediate internal strength method "Heavenly Silkworm Transformation", a book of "Hundred Flowers Wrong Fist" that does not know the level, Xiao Qianli was already satisfied, carefully figured out the exercises of "Heavenly Silkworm Transformation", and let a few apprentices pick and choose in it with their heads stuffy.

There are seven small and simple porcelain vases in a row, the style and size are exactly the same, Li Chengyuan opened one curiously and took a look, and it was empty. He shouted, "What are you going to do with these empty bottles, there is too little water to fill them, and there are too many crickets to fill them?"

Chu Xun replied without raising his head: "I saw that Master's elixir was always carried with me, which was really inconvenient, so I specially bought a few tough porcelain bottles in the antique shop, which could also be used to hold the elixir! ”

"Hmm!" Xiao Qianli said with a smile, "Ah Xun is a caring person, just put this thing there, and accept it for the teacher." ”

In addition, among those large things, there are really some gadgets that are in line with the young people's hearts, such as the exquisite inkstone inlaid with green jade inlaid by Liu Suifeng, the cotton hat and gloves that Chu Xun bought for his father, and the small gifts for Lu Wuyi, Qingyue Daoren, Zhu Jingyang and others who stayed in Chunyang Palace, handmade blankets, colored sculptures, wood board carvings, etc., are naturally indispensable to Qilian's specialty luminous cups.

Several people scrambled, each wrapped up a bunch with satisfaction, bowed to Xiao Qianli, and then went out with a smile and closed the door.

"Heh, these little guys!" Xiao Qianli turned his head helplessly, looked at the door and shook his head with a chuckle.

As soon as he turned his head, his gaze froze.

At that time, the sun was setting, and the afterglow outside the window was about to come in, and the small porcelain vase that was reflected on the table was reflected on the dim wall, revealing a green mass of handwriting.

He stretched out his hand and tried to move the porcelain bottle, the light and shadow swayed, and the handwriting gradually became clear, he recognized the handwriting, and read word by word: "The bamboo shadow sweeps the dust and does not move, and the moon wheel pierces through the sea without a trace." ”

"Copy!" he reacted very quickly, grabbing the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk.

"Yin hides the eyebrows, alchemy is harmonious, and the barriers are combined, all of which are ...... in the middle of the road"

Xiao Qianli finished copying a porcelain vase and grabbed another porcelain vase. After a pause, he took another piece of paper and continued to write.

The afterglow of the sunset has ended, and Xiao Qianli has just finished copying the last stroke.

“...... Born without desire, moved without thought, still without movement, and clear without heart. The true law of heaven is all in the moon wheel, so it is called "Moon Wheel Decision". ”

"It's really hard to find a place to step on the iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it!" Xiao Qianli reversed the order of a few pieces of paper, and couldn't help but stroking his palms and laughing.

"Moon Wheel Decision", the primary Yin Xing Internal Strength Method. In the exchange module, it is the general outline of the mental method that is on a par with "Xuan Bing Gong" and "Great Xuantian Chapter".

Six of the seven exercises have been obtained, and it can be imagined how excited Xiao Qianli is in his heart.

"With another copy of "Burning Sun Jue", I will be able to gather a total of seven mental methods of the five elements of yin and yang at the same time, and I don't know what my golden pill will become at that time!"

He originally wanted to redeem the "Burning Sun Jue" as well, but after thinking about it, he let go of this idea again.

"There may be other opportunities to get the 'Burning Sun Jue', but the exchange points are too precious, use a little less to use, let's wait a little longer!"

Xiao Qian's centrifugal spirit sank into the system and checked his attribute status, only to find that his strength was still at the initial stage of refining and refining Qi, but the "Xuanyin Finger" and "Da Mi Tian Fist" that he often used had all risen to the third layer, and the "Hexiang Sword Technique" had also risen to the second layer.

"It turns out that the number of my cultivation paths is about the same as that of ordinary people, and the more I use it, the higher my proficiency will be. It's not necessary to use the upgrade fragments indiscriminately, but this internal cultivation can only be gradual, but my attribute is ......."

Thinking that he only had three points of understanding, Xiao Qianli had an urge to scold his mother.

He shook his head, didn't think much about it, but sat down cross-legged, gathered his mind, and began to quietly exhale and practice qi according to the exercises of "Moon Wheel Decision".

No books overnight.

From Guyangguan all the way to the south, there are continuous mountains around, and the Yangming Sword Sect is located here.

Although it is not as majestic as Kunlun, it is not as tall and steep as Yuxu Peak, but it is also magnificent and extraordinary.

At this time, the mountain was bustling, and many young talents from all over the northwest were waiting at the bottom of the mountain.

Time flies, hundreds of years, after countless ancestors, the Yangming Sword Sect has become one of the few major forces in the Northwest. As a sect that cultivates kendo, it has a strong foundation, and after the accumulation of time, its status is now unshakable.

In contrast to its status, the requirements for selecting disciples are also unattainable. Rao is like this, people with lofty ideals in the northwest are still flocking to it, and there is quite a momentum for talents to enter the city.

At this time, the early spring had passed, and the weather was gradually getting warmer, and many young people who had just grown up rushed to come, hoping to stand out and become among the disciples of the Yangming Sword Sect and become the leader of martial arts.

The first obstacle they faced was the steep mountain road.

I don't know how high this mountain is, and the mountainside is already covered with mist, and I can't see the appearance of the top of the mountain. Xiao Qianli took three apprentices and walked up the stairs along the mountain road, looking leisurely and complacent, and saw that the young man next to him shook his head again and again.

In the mountainside, there is a large stone wall that is polished and smooth, the wall is densely carved with horizontal and vertical sword marks, and I don't know who carved it, the sword walks the dragon and snake, and the weather at the end is thousands.

There were more than a dozen people sitting under the stone wall, looking at the clothes and clothes, most of them were ordinary people. There were a few people dressed in civilian clothes, about a higher status, sitting under the stone carvings with their eyes closed and contemplating, their expressions were graceful, and the aura of the universe around them was constantly infused into their bodies.

Not far from the stone wall, several white-robed people were listlessly guarding the gate, yawning from time to time, as if they were very bored.

A middle-aged man with a clear appearance and a simple costume walked slowly over with his hands behind his back.

"Elder Xie!" Seeing the man coming, several white-robed swordsmen hurriedly stood up solemnly and saluted him respectfully.

"Hmm!" the elder nodded arrogantly and commanded, "Take a closer look to see if there are any decent candidates this year." ”

"Back to Elder's words, you know how difficult it is to get started with our Yangming Sword Sect, it's good to have four or five people who can enter the mountain gate every year!" A white-robed man glanced at the bustling scene on the mountain road, shook his head and said, "Six or seven hundred people came, and there was not even a one percent chance, it was really better than a year......

I only heard someone under the mountain say loudly: "The cultivator above the void, Lang Lang is round into nothing." The villain came uninvited, fellow Daoists, this seat is pure Yang Xiao Qianli is polite!"

Although the sound is not loud, everyone can hear it on the mountainside.

I saw a young man in a plain feather coat, with three teenagers, walking slowly towards the mountain. Although he was not moving fast, his pace was steady, and it seemed that the steep mountain road and the cold wind could not affect him at all.

Hearing this voice, whether it was the swordsman in front of the mountain gate, the elders, or the people in front of the stone wall, they couldn't help but change their colors in unison.

"Who is this person, and how profound his skills are?"

"He admits that he is a villain, but he is the one who comes to find fault......"

The elder surnamed Xie was even more pale, yesterday someone sent the Heaven Destroying Sword to the hands of the master, he witnessed it with his own eyes on the side, and also heard the narration of the person, he was already furious, if it wasn't for the head of the sect to stop him, I was afraid that he would have rushed down the mountain and fought to the death with the so-called Pure Yang Sect.

I didn't expect this person to come to the door early in the morning, is it really like nothing for my Yangming Sword Sect?

He slammed his feet, his face sank like water, and he said, "Send the arrow, prepare to fight!"

Everyone shouted in unison, and someone took out an arrow from his bosom and threw it into the air, and a remnant shot straight into the sky, and a huge whistle suddenly reached the top of the mountain.

In an instant, I don't know how many people moved, and they set up a large array according to the direction, and they were waiting for each other. Several highly qualified elders also hurried out of the room and came to the core of the sect on the top of the mountain to guard it.

Xiao Qianli and the others, who were on the mountain road, seemed to not know how much turmoil they had caused, and they still slowly went up. In a short time, the light blue of the tide faded into the sky, and was replaced by a sea of clouds.

Above the mountainside, a mountain like white jade suddenly revealed its true body, looming in the sea of clouds.

A huge archway, the word "Yangming" is written on it, and behind the archway, there is a huge square, black pressed full of swordsmen who are waiting for the battle. Behind the square, three majestic palaces stand proudly.

A plaque above the main entrance of the main hall is written with the words "Shaoyangtian", "Sun Day" and "Yangweitian" respectively, the text is ancient and clumsy, but there is a desolate artistic conception.

At the very front of the square, Elder Xie stood proudly, his expression solemn, full of majesty.

There were also dozens of white-clothed disciples with swords on their backs, lined up on both sides. staring at Xiao Qianli who was slowly ascending with a solemn expression, one by one was tense, looking like he was choosing people and devouring them.

And on the top of the mountain, it has become a pot of porridge.

Some of the younger disciples who didn't know the truth were trembling with anger and furious.

"You dare to attack my Yangmingshan Gate with a big grin, a small Pure Yang Sect, where did you come from so boldly?"

"This person is too rampant, even if the Changkong Sect comes to the Yangming Sword Sect, he must be honest. As long as the head of the sect gives the order, the disciple will definitely behead him with the sword!"

Hearing only a light cough, a tall old man dressed in black slowly turned out, his beard was white, his long eyebrows were in the sideburns, and his demeanor was extremely majestic, it was Nanlou Feng, the contemporary head of the Yangming Sword Sect.

Seeing Nanlou Peak coming out, all the people bowed down and said loudly: "I've seen the master!"

He bowed his head slightly and said slowly, "Get up!"

When he spoke, his voice was low and deep, like the sound of thunder rolling on a flat land, and it was incomparably powerful.

Two old men, one blue and one green, walked out beside him, and Nan Loufeng said in a deep voice: "Two junior brothers, what do you think?"

The blue-robed old man said in a deep voice: "Although this fang is extremely rude, but the three sword vein leaders have all died under his sword, presumably his sword path is already perfect, and his cultivation must be an innate realm, senior brother should be careful!"

The old man in the green robe snorted coldly and said, "You can't take it lightly, but you have to hit his sharpness hard, even if you can't catch him, you have to break his sword intent and destroy his Dao system!"

Nan Lou Yue pondered for a moment, and said slowly: "What the two junior disciples said is very true, so please stay here for a while, let's take a look at what the Pure Yang Sect is coming from." ”