A golden ray of sunlight shone on Zhao Zhijing's body from the sky, and he was dyed golden in a white robe, as if a divine light emanated from his body, making the majesty on his body even stronger. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The Purple Emperor Sword inserted in the scabbard stood beside Zhao Zhijing, feeling the aura emanating from Zhao Zhijing, the Purple Emperor Sword in the scabbard trembled slightly, and emitted a long sword sound.

Zhao Zhijing's eyes looking at the rising sun in the distance closed slightly, the majesty of his body continued to converge, and the noisy insect chirping continued to sound, at this time they obviously couldn't feel Zhao Zhijing's existence, but whenever Zhao Zhijing breathed and breathed, the Purple Emperor Sword on the side was also trembling slightly, and the Purple Emperor Sword at this time seemed to have life, just like Zhao Zhijing was breathing, this was a long sword that could breathe.

"Cangchangchang!" Zhao Zhijing lightly stepped on the ground, and the Purple Emperor Sword inserted in the scabbard rose from the scabbard. At this moment, Zhao Zhijing's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, there was no dazzling divine light, nor the sharpness of sword light, some were just as restrained as Wen Yu, a feeling of blending into nature, a feeling of being one with nature emanating from Zhao Zhijing's body.

The palm carved in white stretched out from the sleeve, and the purple emperor sword that jumped into the air fell into the hand of Zhao Zhijing, and between the exhalation and exhalation, the white jade long sword that held the long sword tightly stabbed out at this moment, and a slight sword sound sounded, and a sword qi galaxy was derived in the air, and the bright stars were floating and floating in the galaxy, and the purple qi like a long dragon was circling in the long river of sword qi.

I don't know what words should be used to describe this sword, if the breeze is light, if the spring rain is moist, if the dripping water pierces the stones, if the waves crash on the shore. The verdant grass, the morning dew on the slender leaves has not yet dissipated, this long river of sword qi hangs horizontally, and the crystal morning dew drips from the grass, and the huge mountain stones are torn out by the sword qi, and the fine stones that have turned into powder are swaying in the air.

Feel the life-like breath coming from the Purple Emperor Sword in this hand, the trembling from life. Zhao Zhijing's slightly closed eyes slowly opened, revealing a warm glow. Looking at the gravel and grass in front of him, Zhao Zhijing's face showed a warm smile, which was as warm as the morning sun.

This sword can be described as the sword of heaven and man, how can such a sword technique be used in the hands of an ordinary person, this is obviously no longer a sword move, but a sword technique, a technique derived from the Tao. The swaying stone powder and the green grass that exudes under the sunlight are telling at every moment that the sword of this divine pen, the control of power by this sword, can be described as subtle, which is to see the world in the subtleties, and to see the grand view in the subtleties.

This sword is a fusion of Zhao Zhijing's own and the Purple Emperor's sword, and it is also a fusion of the two and nature.

His fingers brushed over the body of the Purple Emperor Sword, feeling a kind of warmth, not the coldness of the long sword, as if the long sword in his hand had life, and there was fiery blood flowing. Feeling the flash of aura in his mind constantly dissipating, Zhao Zhijing couldn't help but want to catch it, but the more he wanted to catch it, the more it slipped through his fingers.

In the palm of the white jade carving, holding the quaint hilt of the Purple Emperor Sword, a dream-like sword flower appeared in the air, the sword flower dissipated, the Purple Emperor Sword had returned to the scabbard, and the temperament of Zhao Zhijing, who was dressed in a white robe, seemed to be about to feather, and dissipated silently at this moment.

In the middle of the day, a red sun hangs in the sky, emitting light and heat. At this time, it is the hottest time of the day, and it is also the time when the sun is the most dazzling, if it is at the bottom of the mountain, there is a sultry heat, but Zhao Zhijing and the others in the ancient temple in the deep mountains did not feel the disturbing stuffiness at all, and there was a cool feeling.

On the back mountain of the ancient temple, a quaint pavilion is located in the middle, only to see a small plaque on the small pavilion clearly written with the word "autumn cicada", a Zen meaning emanates between these two words.

In the Autumn Cicada Pavilion, a small stone table is placed in the center, a small stove, and the water in a kettle has been boiled. Zhao Zhijing and Yideng sat opposite each other. At this moment, a lamp in a simple monk's robe, stretched out his hand to take down the boiling kettle, the boiling mountain spring, rushed into the tea cup, a small tea leaves spread out in the tea cup, and a fragrance that belongs to the tea was exuded at this moment.

Zhao Zhijing raised in front of him, the glowing tea cup, took a sip, the fragrant tea did not enter his throat, Zhao Zhijing praised: "Good tea!" Then looked at the light with a compassionate look in front of him Zhao Zhijing continued: "In the past few days, the younger generation can talk about martial arts with the seniors, and they have benefited a lot. ”

Yideng put down the teacup in his hand, and said with a smile: "Zhao Xiaoyou, you don't have to be polite, the old monk has benefited a lot in the past few days, if there is no little friend to talk with in a few days, the old monk will not feel like this." ”

Zhao Zhijing laughed and said: "Master, we don't have to be like this, I will leave the ancient temple tomorrow, but the junior has a reluctant request, and I hope the master will agree." ”

"Little friend, please speak!" Yideng held a literary teacup in one hand, and looked at Zhao Zhijing opposite with bright eyes in both eyes. With a smile on his face, Zhao Zhijing put down the teacup in his hand and said: "Master, we have been talking about martial arts for the past few days, but we still haven't verified it, and I hope that the master will give you advice today!" After that, Zhao Zhijing clasped his fists with both hands and bowed in front of a lamp.

Yideng put down the empty teacup in his hand, and looked at Zhao Zhijing with a pair of warm eyes and said: "Xiaoyou's attention to martial arts is really not comparable to ordinary people, today, the old monk will naturally be an adult, and he will not disappoint Xiaoyou." Zhao Zhijing, who was on the side, suddenly felt happy in his heart: "Master Yideng has always been the Yilan of Huashan on the sword, and his dedication to martial arts is naturally not comparable to ordinary people. ”

When the words fell, Zhao Zhijing stood up from the futon, grabbed the Purple Emperor Sword beside him with one hand, and walked towards the outside of the Autumn Cicada Pavilion step by step, without the edge of that kind of swordsman, some were indifferent. The master of a lamp who stood up together, stepped out silently in one step, and the temperament of a monk was invisibly emanated, which showed that his Zen skills were extraordinary. In this southern land, it is impossible to find anyone who can be compared with a lamp. (To be continued.) )