Chapter 13 Weiyang

From day to night, the sound of Ding Ding Dangdang was never broken. To the ears of others, the gap between each stroke is exactly the same, and there is absolutely no difference. In the course of several days, the sound of percussions has been repeated more than 100,000 times, and the difficulty of making every striking consistent is known to anyone who knows even the slightest bit of Taoism. In the past few days, every Taoist priest who lives alone in the courtyard has secretly praised him in his heart, praising him for his unparalleled talent, and his cultivation in a short period of time has reached this point. Qundao sighed again, Ziwei Ziyang Zhenren had a unique eye, and he was able to bring him back from the far west. It's a pity that the Daode Sect is in crisis now, and if he can't wait for his cultivation to succeed, he will have to go to reincarnation first.

But in Ji Ruochen's own ears, although the interval between light and heavy tapping was exactly the same, there were still very subtle differences. In fact, even he himself couldn't say what the difference was, but he faintly felt in his spiritual sense that every time he struck, it would lead to different reactions from the piece of Dinghaishen needle iron in front of him, whether soft or rigid, slippery or astringent, it seemed to be completely irregular, and there seemed to be a pattern to follow.

In the first two days, Ji Ruochen just mechanically carved the Dinghaishen needle iron with the hammer chisel in his hand, and the repeated movements of thousands of times made him almost feel like he had returned to the Longmen Inn. At that time, he was still young, and he only knew how to act according to the instructions of the boss and the boss's wife, and he had to do whatever he was asked to do, otherwise he would have to be beaten violently. Ji Ruochen couldn't figure out why the most ordinary actions such as raising legs, stepping, and raising hands had to be done thousands of times, and there could be no mistakes when serving tea and pouring water on weekdays. However, under the roar and scolding of the proprietress, he has practiced hundreds of basic movements in three years, and even in his sleep, there will be no mistakes. I don't know when he has experienced a looming strange feeling from these basic movements, and occasionally two consecutive movements can match this strange feeling, and it will become particularly smooth and freewheeling, if the river goes eastward, it is unstoppable.

Usually sweeping the floor and cooking, if there is a movement that fits the mysterious feeling when hitting the stuffy stick, then most of the sticks will not fail. If the luck road breaks out, and you can find the feeling of two or three movements, then almost no matter who the other party is, you will be put down by Ji Ruochen with a stick.

Thinking back at this moment, there were quite a few people who fell under Ji Ruochen's stick in those years, and he was just a young man who had no Taoism, and he was able to defeat those who had achieved cultivation, and it had something to do with that strange feeling.

It's just that this feeling is too ethereal, and he is young, since he entered the Daode Sect Mountain Gate and began to practice the Three Pure Halal Techniques, Ji Ruochen has not put much effort into these actions.

This time back to the mountain, the night moon is still the same, but Ji Ruochen's mood is different.

Whenever he was alone, Gu Qing's figure would appear in front of him. He could almost see that Gu Qingzheng was wandering freely in his study, occasionally picking up a book and flipping through it. As he meditated, a sudden darkness poured out, drowning his already extinct consciousness. Every time, at the end of this cold, damp, and sticky darkness, there will always be a little purple electric light, which instantly turns into a heavenly fire and thunderstorm falling from the sky.

When the lotus petal is stained with the body, it is immediately a pain in the heart. Only then did Ji Ruochen realize that where were the lotus petals, but clusters of heavenly fires! But the darkness around him was like a ball of mud, and he couldn't move!

Only when you have really been burned by the heavenly fire will you truly experience the pain that penetrates into your divine consciousness and is completely unbearable. Each time, he stared at the wind, gritted his teeth, and only woke up from his meditation with a scream that his consciousness was burned and blurred. When he wakes up from his nightmarish vision, he is sweaty and weak. Instead of benefiting from any gains, the true element in the body was weakened by three points.

On several occasions, he simply stopped practicing the Three Pure Halal Techniques, but only took up the hammer and chisel, trying to carve his own mark on the divine iron.

Only in this way can he forget about Yinfeng for a while, forget the afternoon that changed his life.

However, the pain that cut through the bone and marrow is still there, even if it is buried deeper, it is still there, just like the undercurrent under the ice cap of the Stygian Sea, the turbulence is no less than the huge waves on the sea.

You can't clean up, you can't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, the familiar darkness came at him. But what can he do when he is awake? Brick by brick, grass and tree, all look bleak and cold at this time, and sometimes he has the panicked feeling that although the world is big, he is the only one left.

Only a never-ending chiseling could revive him from his nightmare.

The hammer chisel that Miao Yin left behind made him feel very comfortable as soon as he got his hands on it, and the rough and uneven surface and every bit of texture in the palm of his hand fit very well. The hammer chisel was like an extension of his arm, and it could transmit every bit of percussion to his skin without mishesitation. He seemed to be able to feel Dinghaishen's response, and his reaction to the tapping was either happy or angry.

Occasionally, as soon as his divine sense merged into the mysterious sense, there was a burning pain in his left palm. Ji Ruochen looked down and was shocked to see that a small pit had been recessed into the dark Dinghaishen needle iron.

This thousand-year-old divine iron, which combines the aura of heaven and earth and is incomparably strong, has been carved into a mark?

Ji Ruochen forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, and looked at the hammer chisel in his hand, the hammer chisel was still dim, but there was no damage. In this way, Ji Ruochen's mind was finally completely attracted.

He stopped and looked up to the sky in thought.

At this moment, the moon has tilted to the west, and the cold night wind is heavy and dewy. But outside the courtyard where Ji Ruochen lived alone, there was a slender figure who had been standing for a whole hour. She paid no attention to the night dew condensed on her hairline and brows, and her eyes stared fixedly at the mid-sky moon, not moving.

Her mind was completely absorbed by the sound of tapping in the courtyard, and her face became more and more pale, until it was as white as a piece of rice paper. Every knock echoed in her heart, hitting her like a torrent of bells. She instinctively felt that the sound of percussion was not only uniform, but it seemed to contain something that fit the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't tell what it was.

The night is cold and dewy.

Although she has the Quartet Immortal Armor on her body, it stands to reason that she should not be afraid of the cold of the world, but her heart is still full of cold tide and shame.

"Ice Fairy, Ice Fairy, did you just give up?" she asked herself.

She is amazingly talented, and she also encourages herself to become the second person of the Tao Te Sect in the future. As for Ziwei Zhenren, it is a demon that has only been born once in a thousand years, and it cannot be compared.

However, her originally uneventful career in Qing Xiu has changed since six years ago. Ji Ruochen seems to have no talent and no character, but all the teachers and commanders have a blue eye for him, which is incomprehensible at the time. However, then his path traveled at great speed, even more so after the initial descent from the mountain. Every time he returned to the mountain, his cultivation went to the next level, and it was simply a thousand miles a day.

A year ago, she didn't bother to have a relationship with Ji Ruochen, but now, she doesn't know who wins and who loses.

In the past year, Ji Bingxian's cultivation has also improved by leaps and bounds, and at this moment, it is not far from the Shangqing Pass. The Ice Glass Recipe passed down by Ziwei Zhenren made her spiritual sense and divine sense far sharper than her own Dao cultivation, and it was only at this moment that she could hear the difference from Ji Ruochen's percussion.

Just as she was concentrating on the mystery of the percussion, the percussion, which had been ringing for several days, suddenly stopped!

Ji Bingxian's face was flushed with a flush, his body trembled slightly, and two blood lines had hung down from his nose. In a moment of movement, she was already injured a lot.

Looking at the quiet courtyard at night, the light in Ji Bingxian's eyes changed uncertainly, and finally gritted his teeth and left like the wind.

In the night in the distance, Shang Qiushui slowly walked out, looked at the place where Ji Bingxian had disappeared, smiled bitterly, and shook his head helplessly.

In the fine house, a Ziyang real person in a wide robe opened his pattern and greeted Yunfeng to enjoy the moon and chess. The black and white children are unfolding in the pattern one by one, starting with more than ten sons, Ziyang Zhenren has a small advantage. He was in a good mood, stroked his beard and smiled: "Yunfeng, your chess skills have not made any progress!"

Yun Feng's face was slightly solemn, and the chess pieces in his hand did not fall, but said: "Master, your hidden injury from the last time you went down the mountain has not healed, and now you should retreat and recuperate." Now that the great enemy is around, our sect still needs you to preside over the overall situation, and when you are well, it is not too late for the disciple to come and play chess with you. ”

Ziyang Zhenren waved his hand and said: "The talent for the teacher is not enough, and the cultivation is ordinary." This retreat is 10 days, and the non-retreat is 10 days, so it's not a big deal. By the way, how is Ruochen doing now?"

Yun Feng said: "Ruochen seems to have comprehended the usefulness of the Miao Yin Relic Treasure, and now the bloodthirsty and resentful aura on his body has faded a lot. However, Yunfeng has something unclear, and the treasures of Miaoyin real people have been dusted for thousands of years, and no one knows its function. But Master handed it over to Ruochen, have you already discovered the wonderful use?"

Ziyang Zhenren shook his head and said: "Miao Yin Zhenren's humane law leads to the sky, how far away is the distance between the teacher and him, where can I see the mystery in the relics? I just speculated that the methods that Miao Yin Zhenren practiced before his life seemed to have one or two similarities with Ruochen's current situation, so I handed over the Miao Yin Relics Treasure to Ruochen, hoping that he could understand something from it, eliminate the blood and qi in the Yuan Shen, and at least calm his mind. If he is allowed to breed the blood and qi in his primordial spirit, I am afraid that in the future, he will not be able to cultivate the Three Pure Dharma, and he may even go mad and fall into the evil path. However, as a teacher, I didn't expect him to be able to control the relics of Miaoyin Zhenren so quickly, it seems that his talent and fortune are unparalleled for a while, and Ziwei is the master of the gods. ”

Ziyang Zhenren didn't seem to have any intention of playing chess at this time, a cloud couldn't fall for a long time, sighed, and said: "Since Ruochen has passed this level, no matter what kind of calamity our sect encounters in the future, as long as he is there, there is still hope for prosperity." ”

Yun Feng's fingertips trembled slightly, and he looked up at Ziyang Zhenren. At this moment, a rolling thunder suddenly came from outside the window, booming and rumbling, and the momentum was not huge. There is another rain of fire in the western sky, which rushes to the east, cutting through half of the night sky, and sprinkling thousands of colorful fallen flowers along the way, which is magnificent and mysterious. The Taishang Daode Palace, which was as stable as Mount Tai, shook it gently!

The change occurred suddenly, Yun Feng's complexion changed, and he immediately stood up. The voices of people in the Taishang Daode Palace and the surrounding palaces suddenly rose, and the light of the flying sword magic weapon rose into the air, patrolling around to see what had happened.

Ziyang Zhenren looked out the window, and immediately stroked his beard and smiled: "It turned out to be a one-yuan Daoist! Well, at this time, due to fate, it is not difficult to find all five hundred people to set up a large array of mixed yuan, but it made him out of the limelight." Hmph, my sect's mountain protection array is mysterious and profound, where is a mere Yanlong Pagoda that can be broken. On that day, the demon queen Wen Wan was taken by surprise, and she attacked from the inside and outside, which gave her a chance to break through the formation. As for this one yuan, his Taoism may not even be as good as half of Wen Wan's, even if there are a few more. ”

Another raging stream of fire rushed through the sky, and the momentum was even greater than the previous one, but it only stirred up a few breezes in the Taishang Daode Palace. The Daode Sect saw it, and also knew that the attacker was not successful, and the head of the sect did not order a counterattack, so they discussed it and dispersed in twos and threes.

When the aftermath of the fire and rain did not subside, Ziyang Zhenren went back to play chess with Yunfeng.

In the Taishang Daode Palace, there are still several places that are quiet, completely unaffected by this accident, and the courtyard where Ji Ruochen lives is also among them. His entire spiritual sense was locked on the Dinghai God needle iron in front of him, and he didn't notice the changes outside the window at all. I don't know how long it was, until the moon slanted to the west, his eyes flashed, he drank a little, and the hammer chisel in his hand fell like a storm!

In a short moment, the iron chisel has been struck on the Dinghaishen needle iron no longer counted. With each stroke, a little clear water gushes out from the depths of his spiritual consciousness, washing away the gloom that has been suppressed for a long time, making his divine consciousness clear again and his heart at peace again. Those lingering past events seem to have signs of unraveling, and perhaps in the next moment, they will turn into a clear breeze and a bright moon, leaving no trace.

Dinghaishen needle iron seems to have induction, changing by itself, and seeing that a dust word has already appeared.

However, just when he had already realized something, suddenly a surging blood qi gushed out out of nowhere, and it had already drowned Ji Ruochen's entire divine consciousness in an instant! In this surging sea of blood, he had just gained peace and disappeared without a trace, only to hear a voice shouting in the dark:

"Do you really want to see through the red dust and forget the past?!"

When you listen closely, it turned out to be his own voice!

Ji Ruochen's whole body was shocked, and he woke up from his meditation. He was sweating like pulp, almost wanting to collapse, his meridians were empty, and there was no trace of true yuan. Other than that, it seems that nothing is different.

But he knew in his heart that something had changed. The state of mind of forbearance and discouragement in the past has long since disappeared, and has been replaced by a faint anxiety and impulsiveness, which cannot be suppressed no matter what.

Ji Ruochen was secretly frightened in his heart, this is exactly the sign of the beginning of the demons, and it is also a taboo repeatedly mentioned in the first volume of the Three Halal Recipes. If you can't restore the state of mind of being quiet and inactive, then at least the true yuan will go retrograde and the path will be greatly damaged, and at the worst, you will be burned by internal fire, destroying the hundred-year-old Dao foundation, and there will be no hope of cultivating the Tao in the next life.

When his heart was surging, his fingers inadvertently brushed the iron rod in front of him, and he suddenly felt something different. At a glance, I saw that the tip of the Dinghaishen needle iron was engraved with a crazy cursive 'Ji' word!

He was amazed, obviously what he was thinking about just now was dust, how did he become Ji? Before he could think about this section, the word Ji suddenly became blood-red all over his body, and a bloody light rushed straight into his eyes! Ji Ruochen snorted, looked up to the sky and fell, and was no longer unconscious.

When you wake up, the moon is still full, but I don't know how many days have passed.

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