"Uncle Shi, why are you stopping me from making a move?"

The young sword immortal's narrow eyes flashed with imperceptible anger.

The old sword immortal took off the gourd on his waist, poured a sip of wine and said: "Sword madman nephew, you entered the Tao late, that old ghost of Taixu, didn't I tell you, sword killing, fighting every step of the way, the battle below, although it is not in the open assessment, but it also has the intention of secretly investigating, as long as it does not violate the true intention of my generation's sword, even if a few ants die, why should you care." ”

Of course, the sword maniac did not stand out for the death of those Jianghu people, but was interrupted by the old man when he took action himself, and he consciously lost face, which was a sense of shame.

Sword madness has been in the Taibai Sword Sect for thirty years, and his cultivation is profound, and he already has the cultivation of the middle stage of the Yuan Dynasty, and he is also the same among the inner grandmaster brothers, unless he encounters a figure like the top ten true disciples, he will have respect, and he is used to being arrogant in the sect, and he naturally acts outside with unscrupulous intentions.

Although the sword maniac was dissatisfied, he didn't dare to show it, the reason was just the old man in front of him, the famous wine sword immortal of the outer sect, Elder Sun, although he only had the peak cultivation of Yuan Gang, but a mouthful of wine sword magic power has reached the transformation realm, and directly slashed the Taixu Netherworld, such a terrifying and terrifying sword path cultivation is a divine power, even if the master of the sword madness, the elder of the inner sect, Jin Dan Zhenren Changyin, also has a fear of it.

The sword maniac could only sneer: "Uncle Shi, the lesson is." ”

But at this time, the sword maniac hated the Chu Zheng below, if it weren't for this person, he wouldn't have been reprimanded by this old man Sun.

Sun Yueting put the sword maniac's suppressed resentful look in his eyes, and he was disdainful in his heart, this Chang Yin is more and more alive, how could he accept a disciple with such a heart.

"My generation of sword cultivation, when you hold a sword, happy to take revenge, this kid, narrow-minded, not to mention, has no sword heart. With such a mentality, how did he stand out from the nearly 1,000 disciples of the outer sect and win the position of the inner sect?" Wine Sword Immortal Sun Yueting couldn't help but be a little puzzled at this time, but after a while, he didn't pay attention to it anymore.

Sun Yueting didn't like to think about it like this, so he didn't bother thinking about it anymore, just took out the wine gourd and took a few sips of the liquor again.

Su Jing woke up from his deep sleep, put on his clothes, washed his face, had breakfast, and started a set of Tai Chi in his previous life in the courtyard.

Su Jing was in the university in his previous life, and before the catastrophe happened, he had practiced Tai Chi in the university, and he was once ridiculed by the dormitory buddies as an old man in his sixties and seventies, comparable to an aunt who danced a square dance.

But Su Jing has persevered, and sure enough, the three years of Tai Chi have made Su Jing as light as a swallow and quick in mind. In the early days of the apocalypse, these physical qualities helped Su Jing survive the darkness and chaos of the early days.

This body is already too weak, if it is too intense, it may wear out the essence, and only this Tai Chi has the effect of slow conditioning. Su Jing said in his heart.

This is actually the reason why Su Jing didn't do some long-distance running, squats, push-ups and other movements first.

Su Jing played Tai Chi three times, and the movements that were not very integrated with this physical habit gradually became proficient.

Although Su Jing Taijiquan does not say that there is an empty and wonderful artistic conception like Taiji master Yang Luchan, a feather cannot be added, a fly cannot fall, and a bird does not fly, but it still gives people a pleasing feeling.

Just when Su Jing was playing Tai Chi, he suddenly felt a warm current surging through his lower abdomen. Su Jing wondered in his heart, when he practiced boxing in his previous life, although he had a long breath and a light body, he never had this warm current in his lower abdomen, at this time, why was this so?

Su Jing retracted his fist and stood with his hands folded, and the warm current disappeared. Su Jing seems to have comprehended that this Tai Chi has such a change, which should be related to the environment of this heaven and earth. In the previous life, on the earth, there was a lack of vitality, this fist is a set of ordinary boxing techniques, in this world where the immortal Dao is manifested, this kind of mixed element is one, and the artistic conception of the boxing method that directly points to the avenue has a supernatural spirit. If it weren't for the fact that I didn't know the method of inducing breathing and breathing, I might have to knock on the door of cultivation today.

When Su Jing thought about it like this, he felt joy in his heart. I played Tai Chi a few more times, but I only sweated profusely, my face was ruddy, and I was panting before I stopped.

Su Jing took the towel handed by Biyun, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and looked at Biyun in a blink of an eye.

Finding that Biyun's broken life grid had the image of a broken thread, Su Jing used the power of his soul in his eyes,

Looking at the qi again, I was shocked in my heart, and found that the black gas was tumbling like a dark cloud, and the slightest trace of black qi was actually leading to his own luck.

Su Jing wondered in his heart, there were signs of renewal, why the calamity was so fierce, and even implicated his own luck.

If Su Jing's technique of looking at qi can go to the next level, he will be able to see the large surging calamity above his head, gathering like ink, and being blocked by Su Jing's pale red qi, the pale red qi luck and the black calamity qi continue to collide and cancel, and the pale red qi luck is also quickly consumed.

Although Su Jing couldn't see his own luck, he also felt a palpitation constantly coming from the bottom of his heart.

The art of looking at qi, Taoist sects have practice, but the way of luck, is the way of heaven and the fate of the underworld in the life of the individual embodiment of the combination, looking for the dragon, the art of looking for qi is the secret of the immortal gate, in this way has a relatively high attainment of the sect is one of the seven major sects of the immortal sect Yantian Pavilion, Yantian Pavilion cultivation is different from the rest of the immortal sects, pay attention to the art of repairing luck, every time the world is in turmoil, will send a few disciples to walk the world, enter the world to fight for the dragon, once the real dragon is assisted in the world, you can achieve a number of Jindan real people.

Therefore, Yantian Pavilion is especially good at divination, and also has a deep study of numerology, in the classics of its sect cabinet disciples, the secret art of Wangqi is divided into four stages, and the Yellow Rank can only look at the qi of ordinary people. The so-called ordinary people, the peddlers and pawns in the world, and the farmers and businessmen all belong to this level. Xuanjie can look at its own qi, and once the dragon qi is a national ancestor. The ground steps can see the breath of mountains and rivers, and as for the heavenly steps, you can see the luck of heaven, earth and stars. As for the higher art of looking at qi, it involves the fate of time and space, and non-immortals can't do it.

Therefore, most of the cultivators in the world, except for the disciples of the Yantian Pavilion, under the true monarch of the Yuan Shen, including the Jindan Zhenren, most of them only stayed in the Yellow Rank Wangqi Technique.

This level of qi qi art means that you can only look at the qi of others, and you can't look at your own luck. This is true even for Jindan Zhenren unless he is extremely proficient in this way.

Hoping for luck and avoiding evil is a very important magical power for the unpredictable fate.

Before Su Jing entered the path, relying on the power of his soul tempered in the turbulence of time and space, he was able to master such a means, and it can be said that he had the capital to be able to initially run rampant in this world.

Su Jing said in his heart: "Although I can't hope for qi, in fact, it is not difficult to infer that it must be that Biyun's death has a turning point, although the wind and rain are coming, but he is not unprepared." ”

Su Jing thought of this, and no longer delved into this matter.

Unconsciously, three days passed in a hurry.

On this day, Qin Tian was in a teahouse and met a yin operator in a black robe with a slightly gloomy breath.

As soon as Qin Tian saw the Yin operator, he asked with a split face: "Brother, why is there still no result in what I have entrusted, these days have passed." ”

Yin Operator's pair of black and swollen eyes like fish bubbles turned around, and he pushed and said: "Steward Qin, I am only an intermediary in this matter, and I am only responsible for delivering the news, so you can wait carefully for a few more days." ”

Qin Tian took a sip of tea, and complained: "It's been a few days, or brother, you can help me ask." ”

Speaking of this, Qin Tian had a flattering intention on his face.

Yin operator, there is a dilemma on his face: "Brother Qin, this matter is a bit difficult to do. ”

Qin Tian secretly scolded the old ghost for being cunning, so he took out a stack of silver tickets from his cuffs and gently pushed them to the table. Okay, then I'll ask you tonight. ”

"Then there's Brother Lao. Qin Tian's heart ached, and he still said politely.

The two sides drank a few more tasteless cups of tea and left.

Late at night, the moonlight was hazy.

The depressed and thin figure of the Yin Operator appeared on the nameless barren mountain on the outskirts of the city, and the Yin Operator scolded in his heart, this Qin Tian is really troublesome. Let the old man sleep in the open at this time.

Yin Operator took advantage of the faint moonlight to identify the road and walked towards the Blue Stream Temple.

Just when the Yin Operator passed by, under the tall and dense locust tree, a gust of autumn wind blew, and the Yin Operator only felt that the sky was spinning for a while, and he passed out.

After a long time, Yin Operator woke up and saw that he was in an inexplicable dark space. The Yin Operator knew that this was a place that had entered someone else's realm and was blocked. So he imitated the form of the Jianghu people and hugged his fist into the void. With a tremor in his voice, he said: "Senior, the junior has no intention of breaking into this place, and I ask the seniors to forgive me." ”

This voice sounded in the empty and silent space, and I don't know how long it took before a hoarse voice came from somewhere: "Is that the ghost girl's contact in the Jincheng Mansion the person you are the person who is the contact?"

Yin Operator was puzzled in his heart: "Who is the ghost girl?" The person who contacted Jincheng Mansion was yes, and suddenly a bright light flashed in his mind, and he hurriedly said: "It's Xiao Lao'er." ”

At this time, the voice asked again, "Do you know which one has come to your door recently?"

Yin Operator secretly said in his heart: "Look at the bad words of this ghost and god, if you tell him that Qin Tian is it, wouldn't it be a trick for him, but he just gave me so much silver today, and he sold him like this, and he is also a little lacking in virtue." ”

Thinking like this, he replied: "There is still a secret in this matter." Rong Xiaolaoer told the seniors carefully. ”

Seeing that the ghost god hadn't responded for a long time, Yin Operator took care of himself and said how Qin Tian begged him to deal with Su Jing after some modification.

After listening to Yin Operator's words, the ghost god said, "Since this is the case, then you can go down." ”

As soon as the words fell, Yin Operator was still thinking about how to leave here, and he felt a feeling of dizziness hit him again, and then he didn't know who was going to know.

Not long after, Yin Operator shivered, woke up from a deep sleep, and at some point, Yin Operator fell asleep under the big locust tree.

Yin Operator suddenly realized that the scene that had just happened appeared from the bottom of his heart, and after thinking about it for a while, he guessed how much it happened, this matter is in big trouble, and this Lanjian Temple seems to be unstoppable. As soon as this thought came to his heart, he took advantage of the night to turn around and disappear into the dark mountain road.