The morning sun rises in the sky, and it is full of brilliance.

On a hill outside the city of Lin'an, there are green trees, and fragrant wildflowers bloom here. From time to time, there are bursts of exhalation and new sounds, sometimes like a gossamer, like a wisp of wind blowing, extremely light.

From time to time, it was like an ancient beast waking up from its slumber, and the air gushing out made the small flowers in front of it sway uncontrollably, and beautiful petals fell from above, like a rain of flowers.

Under the rising sun, he sat cross-legged on a raised mountain rock, and the sheathed Purple Emperor Sword was placed horizontally on his knees. The long breath stirred the air currents in the air, like a wisp of fresh wind, and like a violent wind that swept all things.

The Purple Emperor Sword lying horizontally on his knees seemed to have life at this time, Zhao Zhijing was spitting out the old and accepting the new, and the Purple Emperor Sword shook from time to time, letting out a long groan, sometimes small, sometimes loud, like a long dragon that was swallowing the rising sun.

Time flies, Zhao Zhijing woke up from his meditation, opened his closed eyes, and suddenly his eyes shone brightly, like a galaxy. The mouth opened slightly and exhaled a mouthful of turbidity.

The turbid breath that spit out did not dissipate in the air, like a white long sword, flying straight out of the distance, and the grass and wild flowers that stopped in front of it along the way were cut off by it. If anyone sees this scene, they will be amazed.

A man like a fairy sat cross-legged in the mountains, and a white light from his mouth tore apart the flowers and trees that stood in front of him.

The white mist dissipated under the light of the morning sun, and the tiny black powder that was difficult to see with the naked eye dissipated in the air, and there was a slight stench in the fragrance.

It was the impurities in Zhao Zhijing's body, and as he exhaled a mouthful of turbid breath out of his body, he felt very energetic at this time, and his body was unprecedentedly relaxed.

If someone in the rivers and lakes could do this, he would definitely be ecstatic, but there was still no happy look on his face, as if he was not shocked. I only heard him muttering to himself: "After all, it's not an innate wonderland, it's just a line away, but it's a world of difference." No matter how much you exercise the acquired gas, it is still acquired, and you can never lock your essence in your body, and you are always in the process of losing it. ”

It's like the five uniques praised by everyone in the rivers and lakes, and as you get older, your skills become deeper and deeper. Although the internal force has increased a lot, its body is still aging, and if it can't lock the essence, it will one day run out of essence and die. ”

Zhao Zhijing looked at the sun in the sky with two eyes, it seemed to last forever, it has been burning like this for a long time, releasing this heat, Zhao Zhijing had thousands of thoughts in his heart, and muttered to himself: "I have seen the innate path, as long as I ascend to the innate realm, I can be like the blood and blood of the later generations, the essence of the body is refined into the legendary golden pill, open the gate of heaven to extract the essence of heaven and earth, at that time, I can maintain the peak of undefeat for a long time, it can be said that I become a Buddha in the flesh, and I actually become an immortal!"

Thinking of this, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a smile, and then he stood up from the bluestone, feeling the comfort of his body and the joy in his heart, and immediately laughed out loud. The huge sound was like a thunderbolt exploding in the air, and the birds and beasts in the mountains became quiet at this moment, as if Zhao Zhijing was the king here at this time, announcing his majesty.

The long sword hung on his waist, and the white robe without a trace of dirt on his body was shaking slightly, only to hear a long roar like a dragon's roar, and then I saw it lift its spirit, like a white roc, spread its wings and fly, straight into the sky. The figure flickered, and he was gone, apparently far from here.

The imperial city, since ancient times, has been the place where the emperor lived, in this feudal era, the imperial palace is the most luxurious place of all buildings, a piece of golden glazed tiles cover the roof, shining in the sunlight shining with golden brilliance, is a symbol of dignity and power.

Although the palace at night is not as golden as under the sun, the high palace walls still make many people unable to see the scenery inside in their lives, and many people turn into canaries in cages, without the opportunity to fly in the air and sing freely.

The center of power in the imperial city has always attracted the attention of people from all walks of life, the imperial court wants to restrain the rivers and lakes, and the rivers and lakes want to get rid of the monitoring of the imperial court.

He was dressed in white and had a long sword at his waist. Zhao Zhijing looked at the palace wall in front of him as high as three zhang, with a smile on his face, the high wall that is difficult for ordinary people in the rivers and lakes is not difficult in his eyes.

I saw his eyes sweep, avoiding the patrolling guards. With a lift in his chest, the figure had already risen up, his toes lightly touched the palace wall, and then he saw that the figure had already jumped over the palace wall.

Within the palace walls, the guards are very strict, a team of guards in armor, long knives hanging from their waists, guards with spears are constantly patrolling, and there are standing guards on the portals, but it is not an exaggeration to say that I am the tiger's den in Longtan.

All this is not difficult for Zhao Zhijing, he seems to melt into the darkness at night, and the people who come and go do not notice his existence at all, as if he is just a shadow in the black shadow at this time.

When he flashed to a small number of trees, he stretched out his slender hand like lightning, and a richly dressed woman fell into his hands. The man saw Zhao Zhijing's face with a hint of blush, and before he could say anything, a dreamlike light flashed in Zhao Zhijing's eyes, and the man became as if he had lost his soul.

Every time Zhao Zhijing asked, the palace maid with a dull look on her face at this time would answer them one by one, as if Zhao Zhijing was the person she trusted the most at this time.

Zhao Zhijing, who let the palace maid go, couldn't help but marvel in his heart, Huang Shang is really good, he has such a cultivation of the spirit, and he who created the "Nine Yin True Scripture" is really a masterpiece of the ancients, and few people can match it.

It is really unbelievable that a soul dementoring Dafa in the "Nine Yin True Scripture" has such an ability, which can confuse the minds of others, break through the mental defenses, and let them reveal the secrets in their hearts without knowing it.

At this time, he was full of emotion in his heart, and he couldn't wait to be born decades early, so that he could talk about Xuangong with this person, and it was better than a person who embarked on the road without Taoist friends.