Sui Feng was stunned on the spot, recalling the meeting with Li Bai just now, it felt like in a dream. How do you think about it, how can you feel unbelievable that you really talked face-to-face with such a famous peerless madman, and even had a good time with him?

"Is this person really not a mortal as the world has rumored, but an immortal descending from the sky?"

Looking back and thinking about the Qinglian sword technique passed down by Li Bai, it was so vast and surging, and the power was not under the mysterious sword technique passed on by Wang Changming, how could it be created by mortals? He recalled the momentum around Li Bai at this moment, except for the elegant, extraordinary, very handsome, there was no other image. It's really like a scholar who doesn't know martial arts and is arrogant, but how can someone who can create such a sword trick be a scholar who doesn't know martial arts?

Thinking about it like this, Sui Feng was even more shocked to realize that although he knew that Li Bai had martial arts in his body before, he couldn't even sense what kind of realm he had reached! Maybe he had already surpassed the innate realm and reached an unknown level, but he didn't know what he said about learning swords in Shu, and where was this place to learn swords.

I don't know what it will be like the next time I see him. Sui Feng sorted out his thoughts, flashed a few hints of yearning, carefully put away the jade slip given by Li Bai, and went around Chang'an City in the night, Zuihou found a hotel at random to stay, and prepared to go to Xuandu Temple to visit Fang Xianzi early the next morning.

He had already drunk a lot, and when he entered his room, he felt a little tired, so he fell asleep.

Early in the morning of the second day, the sky was just a little bright, and the sound of the morning market in Chang'an City could already be heard. Sui Feng has slept very shallowly since he practiced martial arts, and he was disturbed in the early morning, even when he woke up. After waking up, I had nothing to do, so I practiced internal strength for a while, and this early morning when the purple qi came from the east, it was the most suitable for practicing Tuna. After a night of accumulation. Turbidity sedimentation. The upwelling of clear qi can best harmonize the breath in the body, so that it tends to the realm of the unity of heaven and man. However, in just half an hour, the power that had been lost before the wind was restored.

Sui Feng took a deep breath and recovered from his meditation. Looking at the time, it was just past midnight, and it was still early. He divided part of his mind and integrated it into the jade slip given by Li Bai, and revisited the Qinglian Sword Technique passed on by him. Although he had memorized his mental method, he still had some uncertainty. But only hazy barely had an impression, but he couldn't even remember a complete move.

This incident made Sui Feng feel extremely strange, he had been advertised as a hard-to-find martial arts genius since he was a child, and even the profound internal strength method like the analysis of the two-day gong, he only studied it a few times and learned a rough idea. However, he read this Qinglian sword technique back and forth several times. It's just an impression. But it made him extremely unbelievable, and even doubted for a while, could it be that he had not used his brain for a long time and degenerated?

It wasn't that he hadn't thought of copying it with his amazing memory, but somehow he always felt that the imitation seemed to be missing something. It's like a toddler in Handan, blindly copying it will not only fail to learn its essence, but will even forget its appearance.

Tossed back and forth a few times. He finally came to a conclusion. It's not that he has lost the talent and wisdom of his previous martial arts practice, but it's really because this sword technique is too grandiose and extraordinary. Sometimes it's magnificent. It seems that an immortal is swaying his breath of the sun and the moon, and sometimes it is vast and majestic, as if the nine heavens and stars are sprinkled on the world. Suifeng has always adhered to the practice of martial arts and started from its essence, and since he has obtained his god, the form is far away? This is also the reason why he practiced martial arts to get twice the result with half the effort. However, the artistic conception between this Qinglian Sword Technique is too broad and lofty, and he can't understand it with such experience.

And Sui Feng is not a person who gives up lightly, he knows that the more open and grand the martial arts method, the more shocking its power will be after practice. After many attempts, the emperor finally lived up to his wishes and asked Suifeng to figure out one of the tricks. This Qinglian Sword Technique has a total of thirteen moves, and he found that each move is a level, that is, thirteen levels.

He figured out the first move, that is, he entered the first level of the Qinglian Sword Technique-Biluo Shocking Nine Heavens.

It is said to be a set of sword techniques, but in his opinion, it is tantamount to a complete set of cultivation methods. After stepping into this first layer of heaven, the dantian that he had originally practiced evolved into the four phases of Tai Chi did not change much. The first change that came was that the shape of all the internal breath in the whole body became extremely powerful, and every gesture could exude a subtle sword aura. The entire dantian is like a peerless sword out of its sheath, which may fly up at any time and break through the sky. If it is said that the original Suifeng is a piece of jade, after learning this sword technique, it is as if it has been carved in an instant.

And this trick is even more extraordinary, and he secretly estimates with the wind that if this sword is used, I am afraid that he will have to squeeze all the internal breath in his body at once. However, its power can also be imagined, in Suifeng's own estimation, it is as strong as Zhou Bufan or the Xuanhuan monk of Shaolin Temple, and he may not be able to take it down in the face of such a trick. "But it can be used to save my life, but I don't know what level I will be if I can freely perform such a sword technique one day?" thought to the wind, and when he noticed the time again, it was already early afternoon. A morning was spent on the first layer of this sword technique.

At this moment, at the foot of Tianmu Mountain, thousands of miles away, Li Bai overlooked it with a sword, this Tianmu Mountain was the place he wrote in his poems back then, but he had never been there, and today I don't know how he visited here. Looking at the changes of the mountains in front of him, the corners of his mouth inadvertently hooked up a crazy smile, "I can't practice this sword trick, and no one in the world can practice it." I think it's a lot stronger than the Shushan Heavenly Sword Technique, right?

Looking at the endless flow of people on Suzaku Avenue with the wind, he was also very emotional, it was really a celebrity and a gentleman, and ordinary people couldn't figure it out, such a precious and grand exercise was so casually worth a drink.

The mild afternoon sun quietly sprinkled in front of this Taoist temple in Chang'an City, and the four-character plaque of "Chongde Zundao" at the top of the gate was written by Emperor Taizong himself, and time seemed to have deliberately avoided here. Even after more than 100 years, it is still as bright as new. At this time, although it was only early afternoon, this place was already crowded with good men and women from all over Chang'an City. The statue in the middle of the gate has already been filled with sandalwood, and a seat of green smoke wafts up, and under the sunlight, there is a trace of purple halo.

"Bang" two slight footsteps caused a large number of people to turn around. A young man dressed in white walked in with a faint smile on his face.

For some reason, there was obviously a gentle smile on his handsome and elegant face, but the people around him always felt a cold light shining with sword intent.

This person is the wind that came to the Xuandu Temple with the crowd.

As soon as I stepped into it, there was a solemn and solemn atmosphere and indifference from the shop. Layers of temples stand in a forest, gilded cornices are staggered, worthy of the style of the national temple! Suifeng is also the first time to come here, just about to take a closer look around, suddenly a face with a little immature, red lips and white teeth tied a bun boy walked to the front, first gave a salute, and then asked crisply: "May I ask the donor is Yangzhou Suijia with the wind young man?"

I was stunned by the wind, I just came here, and I actually came to the boy's reception, and I was able to do the unpredictable prophet, and the easy learning ability of this ancestor has really reached the realm of perfection.

With the wind chuckling, he withdrew his eyes from looking around, but he didn't feel pity. He replied to the boy: "It's down there, I don't know why the little master found it here?"

This boy was also interesting, held his head high, and said, "Master, he only told me to go to the door to find a young man wearing a white robe with a long sword on the left side, and invite him to the apse, but the others did not say. Look at you and you're the only one here dressed and dressed like this, who else is you?"

It was really interesting to listen to his words with the wind, and he couldn't bear to tease him anymore, and said with a smile: "In this way, there is a little master Lao leading the way, but I don't know who your master is?"

He asked casually, but who knew that the boy glanced at him a little proudly, and replied: "Master Master is the Wuzhen son of the head of the three generations of disciples of Xuandu Guan, and the donor should have heard of it." ”

Sui Feng was stunned, it was not Fang Xianzi who was looking for him? Then who is this innocent son? What the hell is going on? The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. But he doubted and doubted, but he did not say it. He only whispered, "You lead the way." ”

Following the boy, he came all the way through the many halls, and then arrived at the backyard where the disciples of the Xuandu Temple lived. This large backyard is divided into several parts, the edge is usually occupied by some lay disciples who are of lower rank or some who are engaged in mundane affairs, and the central area is inhabited by people with some status in the view, and even most of them have been canonized by the imperial court in one way or another.

And the boy came to the middle of the backyard with the wind, and saw that he had arrived at the gate of the courtyard, and suddenly there was a figure in front of him.

Before Sui Feng could react, he heard the boy leading the way around him suddenly bow his head and say respectfully, "Master, the person has been brought." ”

"Well, you're doing a good job, go down. A cold voice came, and the boy was drunk back.

Sui Feng then carefully looked at the person in front of him, this person was dressed in a blue robe, and he didn't look very old, but he was still old. A Chinese face, square and square, at the moment, for some reason, it is a little stiff, and it looks a little unangry and powerful.

But he still opened his mouth with the wind first, "This must be the Daoist of Wuzhenzi, right?"

Wu Zhenzi also glanced up and down at Suifeng, and after a while, he nodded and said, "It is indeed very rare to have the strength of the innate realm at a young age. But it doesn't have to be anything great, Poor Dao really doesn't know why the master wants to see you?"

Only then did Sui Feng realize that this person was Fang Xianzi's apprentice. (To be continued.) )

PS: Today's first chapter, ask for recommendations~ (I don't know why, I don't know why, there are so few recommendations, everyone has more votes)