Sick Tiger Mountain? Not a person from Lingshan?

Pei Dongting secretly remembered it in his heart, and reluctantly raised his hand and hugged his fist, which could be regarded as farewell. Except for one person who went to Qingyang to report the news, the rest of the swordsmen of the West Lake Sword Palace all returned east.

Murong Chunxiao nodded, helped Liu Tugou to Ah Wei's back, and threw a silver ingot to the forgotten old shopkeeper, and the two of them opened a distance from the West Lake swordsman on the same road and walked slowly eastward.

Liu Tugou hugged Ah Wei's neck, and there was no place in his body that was not itchy and painful, and he was disgusted and wanted to vomit.

He reluctantly mustered up his spirit and tried the idea of slaughtering the contemplation, but found that the sword qi of the heart knife had been exhausted, and the aura of his body was also scattered, and he couldn't gather it at all, but he wanted to take the opportunity to rebel, so he had to give up his efforts wisely.

He asked happily, "Sister Murong, what did you realize when you were emotional?"

Murong Chunxiao glanced at him, stroked the hosta on his head, and played with the taste: "This is the secret of the Inspiration Monk's life, and it is easy that even his parents and teachers will not tell him, do you want to know?"

Liu Tugou smiled, but there was a scorching light in his eyes, and he said in an astonishing voice: "I can't ...... Probably...... Well, I've broken through to the realm of inspiration!"

was beaten half to death, and he was able to break through the realm, there is really no place to reason.

What is inspiration?

The foundation is built, the qi is refined, the avenue of heaven and earth is comprehended, and the mind is bright, which is for inspiration.

Liu Tugou first got the divine will, and then gave birth to the sword light, and he had already stepped half of his foot into the threshold of the realm of inspiration, and he only needed an opportunity to have an epiphany immediately.

However, it is also this opportunity that I don't know how many heroes in the rivers and lakes are stumped, and they directly teach young people to be white-headed and youthful.

Liu Tugou suddenly lost all five senses in the desperate battle with Pei Dongting, and saw the wonder of the butcher's knife slashing the heavenly pillar in the sea of knowledge.

He thought about it afterwards, the butcher's knife that broke through the Qing Ming through the past and the present seemed to be his own way?

But since he had already mastered the sword light that he should have comprehended in the initial realm of inspiration, how could he determine if he had broken through the Qi Refining Realm now?

Originally, except for the Qi Sea Heart Knife, his control of the rest of the spiritual qi was very rough, and he couldn't even use the body protection clothes of the Qi Refining Dacheng Realm, could he feel it directly?

It's a pity that now the aura is scattered, and there is no way to try luck out of the body, Liu Tugou had to ask Murong Xiaoniang'er for help, wanting to ask her what the situation was like when she was inspired, but she hit a soft nail that was not big or small, so she had to say that she didn't have much confidence in her guess.

Murong Chunxiao snorted lightly, well hiding the shock in his eyes, but he said mercilessly: "My generation's cultivation is the most important foundation, and if you blindly strive bravely, you are the most prone to problems. Once the building collapses, it is too late to regret it. ”

Liu Tugou was stunned for a moment, silent for a long time, his hot eyes gradually returned to clarity, and said dejectedly: "That's right, no matter whether it breaks through or not, I still continue to temper the control of aura, and I don't need to use the sword light or anything." ”

"Well, it's quite sober and not bewildered by power. Murong Chunxiao said with rare approval.

"When I fought with Pei Dongting, I saw an illusion, his sword was like a towering pillar of heaven, its height was not tens of thousands of miles, the whole body was covered with ice and snow, the sun, moon and stars were like a belt, and countless creatures lived under the mountain. ”

Liu Tugou hesitated when he heard this, but still spoke.

He paused slightly, sorted out his thoughts, and continued: "I pondered, that heavenly pillar should be Pei Dongting's grandmaster atmosphere, although he obviously has no great achievements, and his reasoning can't make a sense of the atmosphere, but there are always exceptions to everything, isn't it? On the other hand, since I can see the atmosphere that only grandmasters can see, I am naturally already a grandmaster......

Murong Chunxiao turned his head sharply and stared at him, his eyes were strange, as if he had seen something incredible.

Liu Tugou was furious by her, and said uneasily: "Could it be that what I see is not the weather, but the hallucination?"

Murong Chunxiao shook his head with a complicated expression, and said in a low voice: "Of course it's not weather, the mind moves the sky, Fang Cheng meteorology, the heavenly pillar you are talking about has even pierced the sky, what kind of weather is it called? I'm afraid that the ancient saints didn't have such divine power, and besides, I didn't see any heavenly pillars." ”

"Huh, dead, dead...... Are you really going crazy......" Liu Tugou lowered his body and began to raise the corpse.

"It's not weather, but it can be inspiration. Murong Chunxiao changed his words.

Liu Tugou immediately came to his senses when he heard this, raised his head and asked, "What do you say?"

Murong Chunxiao didn't seem to be too sure, and after thinking for a while, he replied: "I heard the patriarch say that when a person breaks through the realm of inspiration, he will receive the great blessings of heaven and earth, so that the person who breaks through can comprehend the avenue and foresee the road ahead. ”

She looked at Liu Tugou, who was already grinning and stealing fun, and there was a rare hint of viciousness in her tone: "How can inspiration be called a grandmaster? Pei Dongting's avenue was peeped at by you with a crooked way, no wonder you would rather die than kill the evil demon. ”

Liu Tugou straightened up proudly when he heard this, hehe, Yile.

He didn't fully agree with Murong Chunxiao's speculation in his heart, since Pei Dongting could have such a broad and vast inspiration, his mind and vision would definitely be very comparable, and he wouldn't be so angry when he stole the teacher, and besides, didn't he see the inspiration of the second master, everyone didn't suffer hardship, right?

I'm afraid that what really made the West Lake Tsing Yi Great Swordsman murderous was the boundless sea of blood that caused all beings to sink in the second master's inspiration.

Thinking about it now, that scene was like the destruction of the world, and even Liu Tugou himself shuddered.

Fortunately, the second master is not a person who likes to ask for troubles, and he quickly dispelled the gloom of uneasiness in his heart and became complacent.

He said nonsense: "The man holds the sword like iron, and the second master is the grandmaster from now on." ”

Liu Erye smiled happily, but he actually made a ghost to learn the appearance of the old fox, and put his hands together and said: "Good, good!"

"It's okay on Tianmen Mountain, it can only be said that there is no danger, this time it's really a line of life and death, don't blame me?"

Murong Female Demon was rarely introspective, and she said tentatively: "Why do you always work hard like death, could it be that you have an extremely powerful enemy, anxious to take revenge, for fear that the other party will die of old age comfortably?"

The second master rolled his eyes and said inexplicably: "Who said that you have to have a great enmity to see death as home?" I, from a humble background and with a small heart, whoever looks down on the second master will gouge out his eyeballs! Whoever makes the second master unhappy, the second master will tell him to lose his head happily!"

Hearing the second master's bold words, Murong Chunxiao couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead and said, "Where did Pei Dongting make you unhappy? Do you really have such a deep friendship with Gongxi Xiaobai?"

The second master grinned and said: "Lao Pei is not bad, I admire it very much, Gongxi Xiaobai's family has a big business, and I don't need to worry about it." But since there is a reasonable reason, why don't you fight? Liu Tugou's life is as cheap as grass, but he does not dare to be slightly weaker than others. ”

He calmly met Murong Chunxiao's beautiful eyes, and said softly: "As soon as I close my eyes now, I will see the sword light rushing to the sky on Tianmen Mountain, I will see the monstrous turbid waves when the big river lands on the shore, and I will see the Flying Immortal Viewer who swayed into the green underworld. I didn't dare to do it that day, but one day, Liu Tugou will compete with the world's heroes!"

Don't dare to be a little weaker!

It will be shorter and longer with the world's heroes!

Murong Chunxiao opened his mouth, but said nothing.

The young man holding the knife looked back silently, his gaze seemed to penetrate the thick clouds in the sky, and penetrate the time and space of the years.

There, there is Lanling City, there is Sick Tiger Mountain, there is a plague temple, and there is a big snowfield.

There, there are Qingping Yin and Yang, Tianmen Flying Immortals, and iron horses vertically and horizontally, and the sound of killing shocks the sky.

I will return one day, shorter and longer!