In front of Wu Changqing were several Taoist swordsmanship books that he had learned last night.
"Qing Jade Sword Technique", "Tai Ming Sword Record", "Qingfeng Sword Technique", "Devil-killing Peach Tree Technique".
After a night of meditation and understanding.
Inadvertently, the spiritual energy in the sea of consciousness created such a delicate little sword.
The system didn't prompt him that he had realized something.
Since there is no prompt from the system, it means that what he has understood is not complete yet.
But through the classics he understood, he could make a preliminary judgment.
This should be something like a human sword embryo.
Just like those who are born with sword embryos in this world, they have been fond of swords since childhood, and they are even more comfortable practicing swordsmanship.
Far beyond what anyone can compare to.
Wudang Mountain has the best swordsman Xiaoping.
And there are masters of swordsmanship in Longhu Mountain who can rival Wang Xiaoping's swordsmanship.
His name is Qixianxia.
There was a prophecy from an immortal in Longhu Mountain, saying that after Lu Zu's army was defeated, the embryo of Lu Zu's sword was divided into three parts, and one of them fell on Qi Xianxia.
Qi Xianxia is destined to be the person who will carry the cauldron in Taoist swordsmanship in the future.
It can be seen that those who possess sword embryos are born with sword-playing geniuses.
"I've never heard of it. Sword embryos are something that can only be acquired later."
Wu Changqing couldn't help but click his tongue and marveled.
But he accidentally researched and developed his own acquired sword embryo?
And this sword embryo is not perfect yet. When it is completely perfected, it will not be much worse than the innate sword embryo.
In the future, if Wu Changqing wants to understand the Immortal Sword, it will be much smoother.
Boom, boom, boom.
There was a knock on the door from outside.
"Junior brother, someone wants to see Princess Zhao Min."
Hong Xixiang's voice came from outside the door.
Wu Changqing turned his head and looked at Zhao Min, who was looking at him blankly.
"It seems it's time for you to leave."
He said something incomprehensible, and Zhao Min suddenly looked bad.
She doesn't want to leave, who can let her go.
She just wanted to be arrogant and say "I won't leave".
Seeing that Wu Changqing had arrived at the door, he slowly opened the door.
"Princess, the two elders Xuan Ming beg the princess to follow us and return to the Yuan Kingdom immediately."
The voices of Luzhangke and Hebiweng sounded together at the outer door.
Zhao Min snorted lightly, stood up and walked to the door.
They saw the two elders Xuan Ming kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to the ground.
"you……"
Zhao Min obviously didn't want to leave Wudang Mountain.
To be more precise, she didn't want to leave the young man in white in her dream.
"Come on, senior brother, I'm a little hungry. Please go and eat roast chicken."
Wu Changqing didn't want to get involved in Zhao Min's affairs.
He winked at Hong Xixiang, immediately put his arm around Hong Xixiang's shoulders and headed towards the forest.
When he left, he did not forget to wave his hand to close the door of the Sutra Pavilion and imprint a talisman on it.
"Junior brother, how can you be so diligent in Taoism?"
"How come I feel that your Taoism is abundant, as if there is a sword ringing in my heart, and my eyes are full of fierceness."
The two walked into the forest arm-in-arm.
Hong Xixiang said curiously.
Hong Xixiang is only fourteen years old now, but his conduct is directly proportional to his status.
The young martial uncle of Wudang Mountain has truly reached the master-uncle level of Taoism.
At first, Wu Changqing looked at Hong Xixiang's honest and responsible appearance and did not explore his cultivation.
At this moment, Hong Xixiang revealed the essence of his night with one word.
He couldn't help but re-examine his senior brother.
After careful investigation, he was shocked to find out.
Hong Xixiang, who is only fourteen years old, has actually entered the first-level realm, which is the stage in the first-level realm.
But it's a little unclear.
It's not like the Taoist Zhixuan that can be penetrated directly, nor like the physically powerful Vajra, nor like the celestial phenomenon that can connect the heaven and the earth with its energy.
It is an extremely mysterious state of mind.
"Senior brother is very knowledgeable. You can see my changes overnight at a glance."
Wu Changqing deliberately wanted to talk to Hong Xixiang and ask him where he was in his practice now.
"I'm okay, I didn't work too hard to understand."
"When I have free time, I go to the mountains to see the streams, and to the back mountains to see the sea of clouds. Unless I am encountered by my senior brother, I rarely read Taoist classics."
Hong Xixiang said with a smile.
Wu Changqing seemed to be enlightened.
Hong Xixiang, who has four reincarnations, has inherited destiny. To put it bluntly, he is a born embryo of heaven.
Then follow Taoism's consistent inclination to govern by doing nothing, to be pure and peaceful.
Naturally speaking, a rising tide lifts all boats.
Such a comparison shows that Hong Xi is more of a cheater than himself...
[Ding, from the quiet and inactive state of Hong Xixiang, you have touched the essence of Taoism and understood the inaction mind. 】
[When your mind is inaction and there are no distracting thoughts, you will realize the principles of heaven, and your skills, strength, and realm will be improved to varying degrees. 】
Wu Changqing's steps stagnated, with a look of astonishment on his face.
This is really an unexpected surprise.
Inaction mentality?
Isn’t this the idea that you can become stronger just by showing off?
I still practice hammer training? If I keep showing off for a hundred and eighty years, maybe I will become an immortal naturally...
Wu Changqing was in a good mood, so he decided to treat Hong Xixiang, a noble man, to a pheasant-style Manchu banquet as a reward.
Upon hearing this, Hong Xixiang turned pale and waved his hands quickly.
There was also a banquet of Manchu and Han Dynasties.
Just because he broke the precept of animal cruelty last time, he had to endure ten major punishments personally punished by the great elder.
It hurt so much that he didn't dare to touch his butt for three days.
If this was really going to be a non-vegetarian feast, he should go down the mountain...
The two of them got into a fuss.
In the end, Hong Xixiang watched Wu Changqing insistently as he finished a piece of Suxiang pheasant, while he kept swallowing saliva at the side.
Wu Changqing is in a happy mood.
Suddenly I felt that the spiritual energy in my body was more abundant.
Perhaps it was the inaction mentality that played a role, allowing him to unintentionally speed up the absorption of spiritual energy.
When Wu Changqing and Hong Xixiang returned to the Sutra Pavilion again.
Zhao Min was seen sitting on the stone steps in front of the Sutra Pavilion with his knees in his arms.
His eyes were looking at the ground slightly in trance.
I saw Wu Changqing coming back.
She stood up slowly and walked towards Wu Changqing expressionlessly.
"Now, this is for you."
"I gotta go."
"When I come to see you next time, I will ask you for this hairpin."
Zhao Min came to Wu Changqing.
He casually took off the hairpin that he used to tie his hair, and three thousand black hair fell like a waterfall.
At this moment, Zhao Min seemed like the brightest flower in the world.
Beautiful and charming.
Wu Changqing looked at the golden scale hairpin that Zhao Min handed over, still hesitating whether to accept this thing with extremely complicated cause and effect.
Prime Minister Hong Xi turned his head and looked away, refusing to interfere with Wu Changqing's matter.
Wu Changqing looked up at Zhao Min's beautiful but somewhat unhappy face.
He smiled and was about to refuse.
As a result, Zhao Min rushed to put the hairpin into his hand before he could speak.
Then he passed Wu Changqing directly.
He trotted away from the Sutra Pavilion.
