Purple bamboo forest.

The moonlight pours down like water, the bamboo leaves are swaying, and the purple is hazy.

The spiritual mist on the ground does not disperse, swallowing the moonlight, and exuding a bright yellow divine light.

The divine moon is like a disk, dazzling and dazzling, imprinted with endless years, immortal and immortal qi.

The spirit bird returns to the nest, the beast enters the cave, and the purple bamboo forest is quiet.

Cross-legged under a piece of purple bamboo, breathing bamboo liquid, Qi Tian's mind is quiet.

Stepping into the fairy road, you have to wash away the mortal dust, condense the heart of the Tao, and the years are the biggest magic obstacles for people in the fairy road.

In the past month, Qi Tian has been in the Immortal Dao at the beginning, except for the beginning of some irritability, but now it has gradually calmed down, he recalled many Dao treasures, when Wudang was three years, so that his surname was smoothed out a lot, only when he set foot in the way of the sword, there will be a sharp qi to break out.

This made Yun Fei a little surprised, saying that Qi Tiantian was born in the Immortal Dao, and he could bear the surname better than him. In the meantime, Ming saw that the Taoist had come twice, and pointed out a few words to the two of them at random, and then dug up a few gourds of purple bamboo and yawned and walked away, and the back mountain was where he slept, day and night, and stayed there.

Looking down at a piece of golden spirit stone in his hand, in the golden spirit stone the size of a baby's fist, there are golden Shenhua circulating, like a small dragon swimming, and the drumming aura attracts the qi in the sea of dantian qi to move.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Tian picked up the Sword Sutra and began to absorb the aura in the Golden Spirit Stone.

The Book of Words, I don't know what era it came from, according to Yunfei, this is an ancient scripture, it is the inheritance of the sword immortals in ancient times, there is a great mystery, it can reach the avenue, and communicate the true meaning of the sword, but except for the master of the sword five thousand years ago, he realized some, and after that, no one can understand anything.

The aura of Jin Xing was poured into the sea of dantian qi from the golden spirit stone, and it was swallowed up by all the qi bones, and directly absorbing the aura in the spirit stone was far faster than running the sword sutra from the golden sea of heaven and earth, and it was even more refined by two points.

Qi Tian calmed his mind, his mood was peaceful, the ancient well did not wave, and it fit with the purple bamboo forest, and the surrounding spiritual mist slowly flowed and converged to the surroundings.

In the end, Qi Tian tried to pour the qi into the golden spirit stone, almost like a wind and clouds, all the golden aura was swept away, and the qi that was originally half the thickness of a little finger was faintly increased by a point.

Perhaps it was because he devoured the aura too quickly, Qi Tian felt a tingling pain in his flesh, and there was a feeling of collapse, as if there were swords and soldiers slashing on it, and his muscles and bones hurt.

Shaking his head and smiling bitterly, Qi Tian knew that he was in a hurry, and he was going to walk slowly, not to mention that he had just entered the Immortal Dao, his qi was not exhausted, and he was not a Dao body, and his physical body could not withstand such a large amount of aura impact in an instant, but at this time, he was not lightly injured.

Jin Xing's aura contains a sharp aura, hidden in the muscles, bones, skin and flesh at this time, if it weren't for Qi Tian's tenacity, he would have already screamed, but despite this, at this time, he was also drenched in cold sweat, and he was wet with a robe.

The so-called pure gold body, most of which is still made out of anger, Qi Tian understands that he should be an ordinary gold body, and it does not fit much with the aura of Jin Xing.

The qi spread all over the body, Qi Tian began to absorb the sharp qi, every wisp of sharp qi did not enter the qi, there was a piece of skin and flesh undulating and twitching, Qi Tian frowned, and did not say a word, until the three hundred and sixty-five pieces of skin and flesh all rose and fell and twitched, and the sharp qi that was originally scattered throughout the body was all dissipated.

The pale golden aura was overflowing, like a small dragon, rising to the thickness of the little finger, reconverging in the sea of dantian qi, and soaring upward, like a true dragon breaking through the clouds, straight up to the nine heavens, all the way through the sixteen-story building, and slamming into the seventeenth golden gate.

Boom -

The golden gate shattered, and in the golden sea of heaven and earth, a golden spring fell, and was swallowed up by the qi, and the qi that was the thickness of the little finger suddenly increased a lot.

Exhaling a breath of turbidity, Qi Tian almost collapsed to the ground, although he used this to open up the seventeenth square path, but his physical body was extremely exhausted, and he could hardly lift a trace of strength.

With a bitter smile in his heart, Qi Tian barely supported himself, returned to the retreat, lay on the bamboo bed, and soon fell asleep soundly.

This sleep was a day and a night before waking up, and Yun Fei got five golden spirit stones, five earth spirit stones, plus the two spirit stones of the cold purple condensation of the Lotus Peak before, and entered the back mountain retreat as early as after he came back, saying that the Daoji Realm had reached an important time and needed the support of the master, so he did not find Qi Tian's abnormality.

The purple bamboo forest is clean and peaceful, which is in line with the fairy road, and cultivating in it can often calm the mind and give up the invasion of foreign objects.

After trying to absorb the first golden spirit stone, Qi Tian grasped something, no longer impatient, and his aura replaced his aura, Qi Tian slowly unearthed something, and felt that it was the foundation of his life in the future.

Thirty-five pieces of low-grade golden spirit stones, the first of the original, opened up the seventeenth square path under Qi Tian's rash advance, and then there were no accidents, the aura devoured the aura, Qi Tian slowly controlled the scale, and was able to quickly absorb the aura in the spirit stone, and help each other to hit the channel knot, which was faster than the sword sutra to absorb the spirit stone, and it was faster than the mortal.

A month has passed, every moment, Qi Tian can feel the changes in himself, the qi of the mortal dust is getting weaker and weaker, the flesh is constantly pure, between the fists, there is even a surge of air, the qi continues to refine the flesh, Qi Tian has comprehended the codex of the predecessors of Jianfeng, the aura only when it hits the passage, will quench the body, wash away the dirt, and usually practice and breathe, although there is also nourishment, but it is not as good as the qi, just like wrought iron, tempered thousands of times.

In addition, Qi Tian has benefited a lot from many swordsmanship in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, but he still has not understood the true meaning of Taiji Sword Swordsmanship, but his swordsmanship is much more sophisticated, and he feels more and more that the truth of ten thousand swords returning to the sect is really broad and profound, not a fiction, made up out of thin air.

A person's life, spent in cultivation, the immortal road is vast, Qi Tian often looks at the moon in the purple bamboo forest at night, the moon seems to be a big cake, this is the analogy he first learned when he was a child, but now he looks at it, but he doesn't know what it looks like, he has a sense of loneliness, above the sword peak, it is really lacking in popularity.

Qi Tian often thought that if he hadn't stepped into the sword mound at the beginning, maybe at this time, he would still be traveling and appreciating Qintong Town, which was his hometown.

In the end, he is not a person who is content with peace, Qi Tian knows in his heart, the legend of the fairy road, it is really too involved, he accidentally went to Wudang Mountain, inherited the true meaning of the Taiji sword and swords, it was to reproduce the fairy road, and now he came to this world, worshiped in the fairy gate, but really became a person in the fairy road, although he has not become an immortal, he has already had a variety of fairy means, and he is the immortal family in the legend of Wudang.

And every time he falls into such thoughts, Qi Tian will immediately cultivate, breathe in the aura, or go back to the ashram to rest, the Dao is not fully opened, and the qi is not exhausted, and he cannot rely on the aura to maintain his spirit.

In this way, it allowed him to avoid giving birth to a magic barrier, and Qi Tian felt that if he thought about it again, he was afraid that there would really be a magic barrier.

Although the barrier did not arise, it will not disappear, at least until he returns.

A month later, Yun Fei returned, his body was fragrant, flawless and unblemished, all the dust was gone, and he became a real Dao body, and the two of them were drunk all night, and they did not cultivate.

Since then, the purple bamboo forest has returned to its former state, but it is only one more person Yunfei, and after nightfall, it is still terrifyingly quiet.

The Sword Sutra opens up one hundred and eight Dao Tricks, which is different from the Dharma Dao Immortal Vein, what needs to be derived is not Dao power, but sword qi, speaking of which, Yunfei's Dao Foundation Realm has not yet been truly consummated.

For several days, Yun Fei had a sad face, meditating hard, but he couldn't derive the sword qi, the aura was agitated, and the aura of the two elements of gold and earth fell with one palm, and the ground was broken into a large pit half a foot square and a foot deep.

Qi Tianguan he performed swordsmanship, it is a set of superior swordsmanship Zhenyue nine styles in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, the nine-style swordsmanship is as muddy as a mountain, wide open and closed, but it is also strict, with his aura, it is even more energetic like the wind, vertical and horizontal, but Qi Tian always feels that there is something missing, but he can't say anything.

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