Chapter Eighty-Three, Born with a Sword

Chapter 83

When Xu Xiaoxian hugged Pushan, he once heard the old Taoist Li Daniu say that cultivators cultivate the way of heaven, follow the way of heaven, and speak with heaven for eternity.

There will always be a handful of proud sons of the sky, even if they drink a little porridge every day, they will grow longer than those ordinary monks who have 'abalone ginseng winged belly' at every meal.

The so-called Daomen Tianzhizi, who is closer to the Heavenly Dao, can be summed up as five kinds.

Daozi, Lingtong, Immortal, Sword Embryo, Celestial.

For Taoist cultivators, heavenly beings and Taoists are all supreme geniuses that are rare in a thousand years.

Take Baopu Mountain, which has stood at the top of Nanzhan Buzhou for thousands of years, there are really not many Taoists born in response to the way of heaven, Ge Hongzhen, the founder of the mountain, is counted as one, Li Jiaoer, who soared three hundred years ago, is counted as one, and the ancestors of Taoyuanzi who are buried in the Taoyuan are counted as one.

Daozi is rare, and celestial people are even rarer.

Looking at Hug Pu Mountain, can be regarded as a celestial man, in addition to a hexagram to lift the spirit, and then the hexagram soars, by holding Pu Mountain nearly forty percent of luck, riding a crane through the gate of heaven, Su Liuchan who has never even come to the catastrophe, thousands of years down, no one else.

Even the little queen mother of the Taoist leader Da Kunlun, at present, is not a celestial.

Heaven and man are rare, the Tao is rare, and the immortals, sword embryos, and spirit children can also be regarded as one of the 100,000.

Heaven and earth are divided into yin and yang, and yin and yang turn into five qi, which is the qi of the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and the monk who is born to communicate with the five elements of heaven and earth is the so-called spirit child.

Born to be able to control the clouds, the soles of the feet are rainbows, and can make the founder of the mountain 'Spring Dragon' giant sword recognize the master of the Chixia Fairy Zhang Qilu, can be said to be the immortal Chixia Fairy who has been demoted to the mortal world, but she is also a sword embryo, and the sword path is cultivated as a female sword fairy who has been in the top three in Baopu Mountain for thousands of years.

Zhang chases the deer, with two veins, an immortal and a sword embryo.

There is not much division in the way of the sword.

Sword embryo, swordsmith, sword, land sword immortal.

Looking at Nanzhan Buzhou, except for He Liuzhi, who was born in the first floor in response to the sword, the other kendo monks need to climb step by step if they are not sword embryos, in order to reach the height of the sword step by step, and the sword rides the wind.

Xu Xiaoxian is not a sword embryo, although he picked the sword path fruit of the former sword immortal's 'ten miles', and became a swordsmith, no matter how much he cultivates in the future, it will be difficult for the sword path cultivation to reach the realm of 'land sword immortal'.

It is rumored that the land sword immortal, a sword shakes thousands of miles away, killing the enemy thousands of miles in an instant.

If you want to cultivate to the realm of 'Land Sword Immortal', having a sword heart as a sword embryo is the cornerstone of the cap of the sword.

If you don't have a sword heart, you want to become a land sword immortal.

Difficult!

Xu Xiaoxian felt that the little girl of 'Yaya' was very likely to be a sword embryo. But I can't be sure.

......

Yaya wanted to touch the young monk's 'bullfighting' blade, and the young monk pondered that he would know how to use the sword.

At the counter, a handsome woman who was no longer so young smiled and agreed.

The little girl cheered and gently picked up the sharp blade on the table 'bullfighting', the original soft and weak painting style suddenly changed, and an indescribable feeling arose.

Xu Xiaoxian frowned slightly.

That is one, when the sword is out of the body, the momentum of a sword frost fourteen states.

The little girl who has no power to restrain the chicken, with a touch of a sharp blade, has this kind of momentum?

This is the horror of the sword embryo!

The original unpretentious 'bullfighting' was brilliant in an instant, sonorous out of the body, accompanied by a sharp strength of the cold rays of the moon, revolving around Yaya, following, not leaving an inch, like a small butterfly flying against the flowers.

Yaya smiled lightly, stretched out her hand and flicked the sword body, clamped the 'bullfight' between her two fingers, and chuckled: "Just you are naughty." After saying that, he slapped it twice.

The 'bullfight', which is not a psychic, actually let out a low cry of grievance and trembled incessantly. The little girl laughed, and then gently stroked the blade of the sword, and the 'bullfight' immediately became quiet like a child.

The two-foot-six 'bullfighting' blade is like a divine weapon with a sword and a god.

Xu Xiaoxian was dumbfounded, every time Yaya touched the sword body that could 'cut gold and break jade', Xu Xiaoxian was shocked, for fear of a three-foot blood splash.

On the other hand, the delicate lady at the counter was as calm as the weeping willows flowing in the wind by the small lake, leaving only a cluster of reflections on the surface of the lake, undisturbed.

Obviously, the attitude of the girl in front of her has already penetrated her heart.

Knowing the daughter Mo Ruomu!

The bullfight is not a divine soldier, so it is naturally impossible to recognize the master, but he can actually understand the words of the little girl, and he can also do 'heavy sword without edge' without hurting her at all.

Xu Xiaoxian suddenly remembered the evaluation of the female sword immortal Zhang Qianlu on the four realms of swordsmanship.

The sword embryo has an empty sword heart, and the jade still needs to be carved skillfully.

Swordsman, the introduction to kendo, the sword heart into the sword intent, can be the meaning of the sword, the germination of the sword intent, and the injury of the enemy invisibly.

The sword, the way of the sword, the sword intent is psychic, there is a sword in the heart, and there is no sword.

Land Sword Immortal, the way of the sword is a great achievement, the sword heart and sword intent can be unified with a raised hand, and nothing in the world can be a sword.

Xu Xiaoxian was surprised to find that the little girl actually jumped over the threshold of the sword embryo and the swordsmith, and stepped into the ranks of the sword intent.

Baoyu Tiancheng.

If someone carefully carves this piece of jade, then her future kendo achievements should be no less than the first floor's kendo 'leader' He Liuzhi.

Xu Xiaoxian watched the little girl shuttle through the lobby of the noodle restaurant with a bullfighting blade, just like watching a butterfly fluttering among the flowers with its wings.

Sometimes light and agile, graceful like a lady. Sometimes it jumps off, like a galloping horse.

What a sword-hearted psychic girl.

After half a cup of tea, the little girl returned the sword to the sheath under the signal of her mother, blinked her eyes and looked at Xu Xiaoxian with unfinished eyes, stuck out her tongue and said: "Son, your sword is good, if it is an ordinary sword, Yaya will not be interested in playing for a while." ”

Xu Xiaoxian smiled knowingly and said sincerely: "If this 'bullfighting' is three or five times better, then it will be given to you." ”

The little girl smiled lightly and said, "Childe said that he laughed, where is Yaya worthy of Childe's sword." ”

"It's that it doesn't deserve you. ”

Xu Xiaoxian smiled, looked at the delicate woman on the counter who was looking down and drawing circles on the table, and didn't know what she was thinking, grabbed the 'bullfighting' blade on the table, and strode out of the shop.

The little girl picked up the silver ticket with a face value of one hundred taels on the table, and trotted all the way, but she couldn't keep up with his footsteps, until his back was about to disappear in front of her, and the little girl stomped her feet with tears in her eyes: "Childe's pot of Xiao Ye Mingqian tea hasn't been eaten yet!

A young monk with red lips and white teeth, and a soft and pleasant face stopped, turned around, stepped over a distance of dozens of zhang, and instantly came to the little girl, looked at the beautiful woman who followed her out of the door, and then pinched the little girl's face, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and sighed: "If I can come back to eat noodles tomorrow, I will promise you a future." ”

The little girl burst into tears and laughed instantly, she didn't ask about any future, she didn't care about any future, she just asked, "Do you want to do anything to see the lanterns?"

The young monk nodded, shook his head again, and said with a smile, "If I come back tomorrow, then I will count." ”

The autumn breeze is bleak and slightly cool.

A young monk became more and more blurred in the eyes of the delicate little girl, and he walked farther and farther.

She believed he would come back.