The colorful sword light came from a distance to a close point in a few blinks of an eye, and Wang Gan saw clearly the figure standing on the sword light, forty or fifty years old, slender and long, dark skin, adducted cheeks, and prominent cheekbones. It's not a Taoist robe and the sword light under his feet, but he changes into a sackcloth, and it's not too much to say that he is an old farmer in the field.

Out of respect for Master Changwen, everyone is forbidden to fly in the air around the statue. This Senior Uncle Qi flew around the clearing and waved his hand to put the colored sword light into the sleeve of his robe, his body floated in the air for a short time, and with a few taps of his feet out of thin air, a few sword qi appeared under his shoes. This Uncle Qi was like walking a ladder and slowly fell to the ground.

Uncle Qi landed not far from Shishu, and he walked out of a hundred steps of the twenty-odd steps. With your hands behind your back, you can take small steps. The sun in the sky shone on him, and a sword light of different colors crossed behind each step.

Ten years of sword practice has reached the realm of sword qi outward, more than 20 years of practice to touch the threshold of Sanhua, cast a lot of magnetic yuan sword after a kendo ability shortlisted in the world heroes, should be the first sword Qi Guosheng in the academy to be able to deserve such a slow pace.

Wei Fuzi saw Wang Qianyi's sword qi turned into a metallographic qi on the ladder to the sky, and he thought of his master. The strongest of Ying Tian's swordsmanship will accept the boy as an apprentice, and he will definitely not waste the talent of the boy. For his rare selfishness, Wei Fuzi came up with a suitable reason to comfort himself constantly.

Qi Guosheng finally walked under the statue of Master Changwen under the gaze of everyone, Wei Fu hurriedly stepped forward, bowed slightly, and said humbly: "Master Qi, the disciples of the outer courtyard have been brought to the stone book." ”

Wang Qianyi in front of the stone book was almost shocked by this scene, he never dreamed that his respected master would look like this.

Qi Guosheng stood still in front of Wei Fu, glanced at Wei Fu with his spare eyes, and nodded: "Well, I know, it's a good job." ”

With the last four words, Wei Fu felt very beautiful in his heart, and quickly got up to make way for his master. Qi Guosheng walked towards Shishu, all the eyes were on Wang Qianyi, from beginning to end, not letting go of a single hair.

The boy was so uncomfortable with this naked gaze that he wanted to knock a crack on the ground and hide.

"Entering the meditation once can make Gangoyi's reckless son suffer a big loss, which is not something that ordinary gold physique can do. The aura of the metallographic phase is unique, and the qi can transform the world into thousands of gold objects, and finally selected such a fierce sword qi, which should be a rare sword body among the gold. Raise the sword with the body, and take the body as the sword. A natural sword training embryo. "Ying Tian's first sword is not blind, after looking at the young man, he has seen through it a lot.

It's just that the innate sword body is of course the happier the more he looks at a kendo master like him, and he can't help but take a few more looks.

Wei Fu asked with a little joy, "Master Qi, what is the future of Qianyi?"

"Ten years of sword training under my sect is enough to compete with the younger generation in the world. Qi Guosheng's response was full of pride. Everyone present was amazed at the weight of this sentence, it might be just a joke for them to say it themselves, but Ying Tian's first sword said it, and Ying Tian was afraid that ten years later, he would have another sharp sword.

"It's time to hurry, the annoying thief is also coming when he smells fishy. Qi Guosheng suddenly turned his head and glanced in the direction he came, and whispered to himself. Then he walked quickly to the stone book, pressed it on the page with one hand, and urged the true qi to activate the stone book. A layer of light flashed on the surface of the two pages of the stone book, and a sign holder full of transport sticks appeared on the stone book.

Qi Guosheng waved at Wang Qian, and the young man understood what he meant, walked to the stone book, and reached out to pick up the stick.

As soon as Wang Qian entered the inner courtyard, everything he saw revealed magic, but the lottery holder he held in his hand was an ordinary object.

The skewer is made of ordinary bamboo, and after hundreds of years, there are many dark stains on the surface of the bamboo tube, and none of the bamboo skewers in the tube are intact, and they are all missing edges and corners.

Qi Guosheng took out a sign and gave it to Wang Gan to look at, "Each sign has a total of red and blue, the red character is Heaven and Earth Xuanhuang, which represents the grade of the Qi refining method, and the blue character is one to nine, which means the number of available methods." When Changwen Fuzi made the signature, he specially took an ordinary green bamboo in front of the door, in order not to be interfered with by foreign objects. It's all up to your luck. What kind of exercises you can attain depends on your own creation. ”

After speaking, Qi Guosheng put the luck sign back into the tube, took a step back, and let the boy rely on his luck.

As soon as Wang Qian pinched the sticker, a nervousness surged in his heart, and he couldn't relieve it after taking a few deep breaths. Using such a simple method to decide one's future destiny will be the same for sensible people.

Finally, Wang Qian made up his mind to shake the lottery, and a rough voice came from a distance: "Second Qi, you are eating alone behind my back! ”

Everyone looked at it in response, and another white light flew out from the depths of the inner courtyard, much faster than Qi Guosheng's colorful sword light. After the white light flew in, someone among the disciples in the inner courtyard shouted: "Step on the white lotus, it's Uncle Wu here!"

The white light also fell on the periphery of the statue of Master Changwen, and Wang Qian saw a middle-aged man with a short and fat figure and a beard walking down from the base in the shape of a white lotus.

"Fat Wu, what are you doing when you step on the magic weapon used by a girl one day, afraid that others will not know your title of White Lotus Fat Man?" Qi Guosheng was not angry when he saw this person, every time he had a good deed, this fat man had to rush to get involved, whether he had a share or not, just disgusting himself, it was really annoying thief.

Uncle Wu ignored Qi Guosheng, walked straight to the stone book, looked at Wang Qianyi and said, "I haven't seen Goy's embarrassment for many years, and the one who can make him deflated is really a boy with treasures." ”

Wu Fatzi's vision is not as restrained as Qi Guosheng, and the more he looks at it, the more satisfied he becomes, and he is even happier than looking at the female disciples in the courtyard. This made Qi Guosheng feel very bad, and reminded him: "I have already started the luck sign, according to the rules, you can't interfere with Wu Laojiao." ”

"Hehe, I know the rules. What are you afraid of? I won't rob you. I'll take a look, maybe others are not satisfied with you, I still have two ancient swordsmanship books to choose from in my collection. Fat Wu grinned and waved his hand and said.

Qi Guosheng has known Wu Fatzi for many years, and he has long been accustomed to this kind of nonsense about him, so he can't be angry, he just glared at him and reminded Wang Qian at the beginning.

Wang Qianyi, who came back to his senses, pinched the stick holder again, took a deep breath, his arms exerted force to his wrist, the stick holder shook in his hand, and the sticks in the tube kept hitting the wall of the tube and making a sound. After shaking back and forth a few times, Wang Gan suddenly exerted force again in one hand, and a transport stick flew out of the barrel and fell to the ground.

Everyone present stared at the lucky lottery lying on the ground.

As soon as Wang Gan put down the stick, he picked up the lottery on the ground with a hint of nervousness and expectation, turned around to look at it, and then turned to the other side to look, his face turned pale instantly.

"Master...... This ......"

Qi Guosheng frowned slightly, and with a light tap of his fingers, the bamboo stick in the young man's hand flew out and was suspended in the air, and the people present also looked at each other when they looked at the bamboo stick.

The bamboo skewers are empty on both sides. For the first time in hundreds of years, this is the first time.

"Empty lots? How could it be? Qi Shi, did someone mistakenly put an empty lot?" Wei Fu couldn't believe what he saw in front of him, even if he was extremely unlucky, it was also a sign like "Huang Waiting for One", how could there be an empty lot. Qi Guosheng frowned tightly and didn't know how to speak, Wu Fatzi helped him take over the conversation: "Who dares to put the luck lottery set by Master Changwen more by mistake? It can only be said that this lottery has always been there, but no one has drawn it for hundreds of years, and today is really an eye-opener." ”

Wei Fu secretly screamed, but he still wanted to ask for an exact answer, "Then what does this sign mean?"

"What else does it mean? Wei Fu, you don't understand that you are a scholar? Both sides are empty, and this young man has no bones, but he lacks luck, how can he enter the heavens without the qi refining method?"

Wu Fatzi's words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, and King Qianyi, who was stunned in place, was completely executed.

The art of external physical refining and the various Dao killing techniques can be practiced after the Dao has been completed. The internal cultivation of the Qi refining method is the foundation of everything, and if the foundation is not strong, the imperial city will also shake. It is as strong as Gangoi, and in order to stabilize the foundation, he has to spend two parts of his efforts to recultivate his mind. How strong does Wang Qianyi's roots have to be to solve the problem of having no foundation?

"Uncle Wu, there is no way out?" Wei Fu saw that his master had not spoken, and he was so anxious that he had to ask for help from Wu Fatzi, this was his most promising disciple for many years, how could he be trapped in such a child's play as luck?

"If you can't pass the three exams, it's just a trivial matter, there are countless schools in the ninety-nine states of the mountains and rivers, and some of them always have a book of refining qi and heart method inheritance from all over the door, and if you enter it, you will be saved. The big thing is that this kind of small sect is not strong enough to waste the heaven-sent bones, and how far can he go if his luck is not blessed by the masters?"

Wu Fatzi cherishes talents, if this kind of root bone can't be obtained by the sky, he doesn't want others to get it. However, shaking out an empty lottery that has not been seen for hundreds of years, how dark is this fucking face?

"There is still a way. Qi Guosheng finally spoke, and he was silent for a long time to think about the solution, and he definitely didn't want to miss this kind of sword practice.

Wei Fu's face was full of surprise, "Master Qi, have you thought of it?"

Qi Guosheng: "Master Changwen engraved all the qi refining methods he obtained into the stone book, so that the future generations could rely on their own luck to obtain the mental method from the book, first, to let the disciples feel that they need to fight for immortal luck on the road to cultivation, and secondly, they don't want the master and apprentice to always imprison the latter's immortal destiny in the same line. However, not all the qi refining methods in the courtyard were hidden in the stone book, and there was actually one in the library. ”

Wei Fu also thought about it, "Is Master Qi referring to the book that no one has touched in the Book Pavilion?"

The onlookers were reminded of this reminder of the Taoist scripture in the book pavilion that was thicker than the original book.

Someone couldn't control his mouth and shouted: "Isn't what Uncle Qi said about the Book of White!"