A year later, there was a fourth-order cave in Qi Nancheng.

Gu Si got power in the north of Baishan, and the newly emerging Bihumen was wiped out by talking and laughing, all of which were in Qi Xiu's material, but now the Nangong family has increased their precautions and is isolated from the inside and outside, and he has no way of knowing the specific situation. Of course, isolation also has the benefit of isolation, it was four years ago to advance to the fifth layer of Jindan, two hundred and three years old, two years faster than the expected progress, it is important to concentrate, this is not bad at all.

"It's good to have a high-grade spiritual land, but this time I didn't awaken my natal talent, is it the harm of cultivating wholeheartedly and not asking about the world?"

Qi Xiu in the quiet room somehow thought about it today, thinking about it and thinking about it, but he couldn't settle down.

"Drink!"

simply got up, took the fourth-order inkstone magic weapon that he obtained when he killed the late Confucian cultivator of the Long family's Shijiao Jindan last time, and compared it with one move at a time. At that time, the stick study was half-hung, first, he was really not talented, and secondly, the melee moves that cooperated with alchemy were more embarrassing in the Jindan fighting method, and he had been shelved by him for a long time. He couldn't use this inkstone with the help of Confucianism's heroic spirit, so he thought of the stick method again, mixed the five birds alchemy, and purely borrowed the 'weight' of the inkstone, and created the method of five dozens.

After the simple evolution of the four moves of "vertical splitting", "sweeping", "returning to the horse" and "pounding the heart", the power and direction of the inkstone smashing people have been slightly enhanced, and the last dozen was changed by him to "self-explosion", anyway, this inkstone is not easy to use, it is really not possible to self-detonate and finish the matter, and finally make a contribution.

The black inkstone was flipped up and down in the air by his imperial envoy, quite fierce, and he was getting used to it, when suddenly the aura of the surrounding heaven and earth was triggered, and a fragrance of elixir passed through the defensive cover of the quiet room, and came to his nose.

"Arsen!?"

Sensing that the aura of heaven and earth was going to the alchemy room, I didn't know if it was the pill that was about to be completed or that Dorosen had begun to form the pill, so he hurriedly stepped out of the door and saw Nangong Xiang, who was carrying a small medicine hoe, standing solemnly towards the alchemy room and praying for blessings, his big watery eyes were full of envy and worry, and his feelings were sincere.

"Sure enough, it's Dan Dao Dao, and at the same time. ”

The heavenly clouds are divided into three colors, which probably correspond to Dorosen's Miki concentric natal life, and there is a line of Hongmeng white gas in the middle of the clouds, gushing out the extremely pure Dan Dao breath.

"This kid, why don't you say hello first. ”

The two pills condensed together, Qi Xiu pinched a handful of sweat for him, although the Taoist alchemy technique has something in common with the condensation of the inner body golden pill, but at the same time, it is definitely more likely to fail than the normal knotted pill. Now I can only believe that Dorosen has carefully considered his own path to the road, and others can't help much.

The first tribulation has begun to slowly gather.

"The inside and outside Danzhao, the three woods are concentric, the fate returns to the fire, and the world is forgotten. ”

Dorosen's long groan came from the alchemy room, and his tone was calm and indifferent, and those who heard it could taste the surging confidence in it.

"It's a good fate to return to the fire, sit and forget about the world!"

Qi Xiu stroked his long beard with satisfaction, and glanced at Nangong Xiang meaningfully, "My family's Asendan Dao talent is good, and Dao is strong-willed, and he is really a handsome man in the world. ”

Nangong Xiang's cheeks turned red at a visible speed, and he bowed his head shyly.

"Hey, hey. ”

Laughed proudly twice, let go of the little girl, and was about to go back to the quiet room to protect Dorosen, Nangong Meng quietly appeared in the garden.

"The disciples in the door borrowed the precious treasure to tie the pill, and the seniors forgave one. ”

In the right mood, he bent down at Nangong Meng, and said in an exaggerated manner.

"It's a good thing, who would blame you. ”

Nangong Meng didn't have the heart to joke with him, and said softly with a complicated expression: "It's time to go on the road." ”

The four words that popped out of her mouth were like a heavy hammer, hitting Qi Xiu's heart, and before the smile could be removed, the blood on her face was gone, and her throat was stalked, "Oh!"

"Is there anything to pack?" asked Nangong Meng.

"Oh, oh, yes, yes......"

Distraught, he glanced at the alchemy room a few times, then turned around and returned to the quiet room, rolled up the incense burner and other daily miscellaneous items, and stood alone for a while, "Shanno didn't do it, or is it useless to say that it was done?" wanted to forcibly suppress the disappointment and fear, but found it difficult to do, "The Great Dao! That's the Great Dao!" A voice in his heart roared desperately.

"Don't worry, we'll take care of him. Nangong Meng urged outside.

I couldn't, so I had to leave with Nangong Meng, and I looked back several times, not only worried about the safety of my disciples, but also a sense of sadness and powerlessness like going to the execution. When Qi Nancheng was out of sight, the first thunderstorm had already fallen, and it was steadily blocked by Dorosen.

At the same time, in the far north of the open sea, Ice Source Island is a cold spring leased out.

The four foundation-building monks sat around the four corners, each closing their eyes and concentrating, and their own natal appearance appeared behind them, one day, one month, one star, and one shadow, intertwined with the sword embryo in the spring. It is said that it is a sword embryo, but in fact, it has been roughly completed eight or nine times out of ten, and the four of them are sweating on their foreheads, and their bodies are trembling slightly, showing that they have worked extremely hard.

Under the phantom moon, Mo Jianxin's hair was white, described as withered, and he was too old to look good, and the sword embryo in front of him exuded a faint silver moonlight brilliance, and it was indispensable to penetrate the bones and be cold.

'Buzz!'

The four flying swords suddenly sounded to themselves for no reason, and they all flew out of the spring water, suspended in the air in front of the four people.

"Chengjian is at this time!"

Mo Jianxin shouted, took the lead in playing the magic trick, temporarily stabilized the flying sword in front of him, and there were all kinds of auxiliary things that had been prepared on his side, all of which were hit by the sword, and he couldn't help shouting: "Steady, steady." ”

The other three were all doing the same thing, rehearsed in advance, and their movements were as neat as one person.

One hour, two hours, three hours, the field changed again, the four sword treasures were blooming, the fiery red sun, the full moon was cold, and there was a black shadow, a little cold star, the sword qi above the cold spring was vertical and horizontal, and the faint pressure of the fourth-order sword was gradually generated, and then overpressed down.

"Enlightenment!"

Mo Jianxin's face was twisted and hideous by pain, his hand was raised with great difficulty, a gray magic circle covered the four of them, and the fourth-order flying sword was about to be completed, and the sword qi that had just been dispersed cut the defensive cover that had just been erected everywhere.

"I can't stand it anymore!"

Above his head was the foundation building monk of the illusory sun, he was the lowest in age and cultivation here, his face was pale, and he was holding a fourth-order fire spirit stone in his left and right hands, desperately absorbing it, but he still couldn't maintain it.

"[Thousand Xuan Yiqi Pill] [Ginseng Spiritual Water]!" Mo Jianxin shouted.

The four of them took the elixir and the spiritual liquid at the same time, and they were able to stabilize for a while, the four swords were still struggling in the air, the buzzing and trembling sound was getting louder and louder, and a trace of gold thread in the four-colored light slowly condensed, exuding an extremely dangerous aura, which was terrifying.

"What am I talking about!"

The Phantom Sun Zhuji shouted in horror again: "Old Mo, you have to add something [Tears of the Soul] halfway, your heart is also big, and you are greedy! This is sword refining, you are playing with your life! I don't want to wait!"

Another Zhuji also said in a deep voice: "I am just hired by your Chu Qinmen, and I have said in advance, if there is a danger to my life, I will take all the rewards, and I can withdraw!"

Mo Jianxin hurriedly said: "Don't panic, everyone, my magic circle is a chaotic attribute, and I am not afraid of slashing spirit sword qi, it's okay." We have been working hard for many years, and we see that success is just around the corner, it would be a pity to give up at this time, and then give my brother a face, insist on persevering, and be sure to insist on persevering. ”

"Well, I'll see later. ”

The fourth foundation building monk is also an old man, he looks only a little younger than Mo Jianxin, he helped to appease the two who were retreating, "Chu Qinmen is well paid, what kind of person is Brother Mo, everyone knows it all these years, he has helped him left and right, but he wishes, let's fight ......"

Before the words fell, the formation suddenly let out a piercing cry like a hacksaw sawing steel, and the sword qi of the slashing spirit had gradually eroded down, and the temperature of the cold spring rose rapidly, and it was about to turn into a 'boiling spring', and the water vapor began to rise.

"This ......"

The three hired monks looked at each other, and the old man didn't help persuade him, so he changed his words and said: "Brother Mo, I know that your yang life is approaching, and these four swords are estimated to be the last works in this life, but ...... Ahem, but ......."

"Oh, it's nothing!" the Illusory Sun Foundation shook the fourth-order spirit stone that had been sucked into ashes in his hand, "If you don't leave, it's too late!" flew straight upside down, and soon disappeared from everyone's field of vision. The Sword of the Illusory Sun above his head lost control and gradually disintegrated, and the spiritual power and sword qi in the air became more and more disordered and restless, and it was about to explode at one point.

"Don't go!"

Mo Jianxin saw him run away, and almost fainted all of a sudden, his eyes were bloodshot, and he yelled in despair, "Double the reward, double it again! Just help me finish this sword! Don't go! Come back!"

"It's not my brother, I won't help you with this, I'm here to ask for money, not to sell my life, say goodbye!"

No one paid attention to it, and ran away again, "Alas, Brother Mo, listen to my advice, and withdraw! It's better to die than to live, and if you live a few more years, you will also live!" The old man also got up and ran, flew halfway, and turned around to persuade.

"Get out! Get out! Lao Tzu is practicing alone!"

Mo Jianxin didn't appreciate it, he shouted like crazy, flicked his fingers in a row, and played one magic trick after another, and took over the control of the other three swords.

"Alas!" the old man turned his head and left, and the desolate sigh came back from afar, and by the cold spring, only Mo Jianxin was left alone.

"Lao Tzu practiced qi back then, and when he first started water alchemy, he was able to refine the second-order mid-to-high-grade [Moon Shadow Xuanbing Sword], and now that the foundation is complete, it's not trivial to get a few fourth-order swords!hahaha!"

One person and one sword can't afford to consume, how can Mo Jianxin practice four swords alone, how can he hold it, and after a while, he was sucked into skin and bones, his hair was scattered, and he shouted in a crazy voice: "Lao Tzu used to practice a sword casually, and he was able to build a successful foundation, but now he is just going back to the old road, and look at me with my sword, and the road will enter again!"

At the end of the shout, he dragged out a funny ending note like a mortal singing, got up and looked at the four flying swords in the sky that were extremely unstable and could explode at any time, his face showed a kind color, and he raised his hands and said: "Come! The children all come to Daddy, let's ...... together."

His stupid smile suddenly disappeared, and he was as clear as a return to the light, "Reach the other side." After saying these four words, he stepped into the cold spring, and the four swords really followed down like a child thrown into his father's arms, and drilled into his arms together, but the sharp sword qi was like a hairy child's ignorance, cutting the skin and flesh, and piercing the body......

The body sank to the bottom of the boiling spring, and the bubbling clear spring water gradually turned bright red and bloody.

In a trance, he went back to that night.

"The head of Qi is very good, he is very good to you and me, but I can't watch you follow him and accompany the Wei family to die!"

Grandpa Mo Guinong was persuading hard, and his voice and appearance were just like those days.

He remembered that this was in Hutou Mountain, the front line of the Wei family's defense of the Luo family. Now that the Wei family is being attacked by two families, and seeing that they are about to lose, Grandpa has contacted the middleman to secretly betray the door and switch to the Luo family.

"Now that you are refining swords and have good talents on the Great Dao, you may be able to build a foundation and marry Dan in the future! How can my Mo clan die in the boring killing of other family lords! Die for outsiders, that is pure stupidity......

Mo Guinong tried every means to persuade him, he just kept shaking his head, he was displaced when he was a child, he already liked the cold spring under the Heihe Peak, liked the water alchemy, liked the companions in the Chu Qin Sect who were not very scheming, and liked the kind of life that watched the clouds rise and fall with the spring and the sword heart in the water, and he did not want to ask for it for the rest of his life.

"Our grandfather and grandson depend on each other, rushing to work hard and even risking their lives, this qiē is not for your Dao cultivation, your future!? If you don't leave, I will crash and die in front of you!"

In the end, Mo Guinong forced him to die, he couldn't, he could only leave, and before leaving, he kowtowed to Qi Xiu a few more times, "I'm sorry, if I have the opportunity in the future, I will definitely refine a set of peerless flying swords for you to compensate for my betrayal." At that time, he swore in his heart.

"The dream of the avenue, drinking and pecking at the sky, the lonely moon shadow, walking alone with the sword. ”

Under the cold spring, Mo Jianxin slowly recited sixteen words, and then held the four flying swords that had drunk enough blood and gradually settled and consummated, and passed away suddenly.

......

Another few months passed, the open sea, the island of Shadows.

Layers of shadowy leaves completely cut off the light, and in the dark underneath the tree, Qi Makeup slowly took out the handle from the storage bag, exuding a silver-white moonlight, and a narrow flying sword with a bright red blood groove in the middle line, and gently flicked a finger on the blade, 'ding', and a crisp buzz sounded, which lasted for a long time.

"Good sword!"

She praised it, and held a sword flower in her hand, and the moonlight sprinkled like flowing water to every corner of the woods, and the silver-white light flickered, illuminating a small black bead hidden in the middle of the secluded place, "Sword Heart, gone......" she said softly.

"Alas......"

From the black beads came the spiritual strength of sorrow, like a long sigh of a person.

Qi Xiang held the sword in his hand casually, and compared the basic sword recruitment for the enlightenment of young people on the [Tongming Sword Recipe and Note] when he was a beginner.

"Towering Road, how many people follow?"

Chanting in the mouth, a sword stabbed straight, a sword pointed back, and then three swords in a row, called the sword demon, she is no longer the Qi makeup who lacks understanding of the sword trick, with long hair in the clothes, moon shadow streamer, a sword is as fast as a sword, but the law is extremely strict between the flowers and dances, as if she has the bearing of a grandmaster.

"Old friends look at each other and urge sideburns. ”

There is no spiritual power at all, and there is no sword qi to penetrate, just with this set of enlightenment sword techniques, the forest is full of faint and dangerous killing opportunities, and the trees seem to be frightened, and the fallen leaves fall down.

"When there is a sermon,"

'Huh', the enlightenment swordsmanship is not complicated, and after more than ten moves, the [Tempered Phantom Moon Sword Box] natal phantom appeared behind her, and the last sword was stabbed out flat.

"Break the yin and yang first, and then cut the reincarnation!"

The phantom moon lit up overhead, and the sword in his hand had quietly disappeared, only a black shadow leaf that fell on the tip of the sword remained in place, not moving.

......

End of Volume 20.