The night is already deep.
In the darkness, the mist dispersed and enveloped the entire Yunjian City. From a distance, little sparks flickered, as if it made this place look like a heaven above the clouds.
And in this mist, someone was walking step by step on the once bustling street.
She walked out of Fangshi, walked into Tea Tree Lane, walked to the end of the road, entered the private school, and then entered the main hall.
Here, the old master seems to have been waiting for a long time. He is still sleeping on the recliner, his eyes seem to be closed, and his snoring seems to be absent.
It wasn't until the figure arrived that he said, "Coming?"
A soft and cold female voice sounded, with a little bit of depression: "I've kept you waiting for a long time."
Inside the room, the light of a candle slowly dimmed, revealing the face of the person who came out. It turned out to be the Four Seasons Sword Master Shen Jinxiu.
One is the Palace Master of the Four Seasons Palace, one of the most powerful people in the entire Galaxy Sword Sect, and one of the few swordsmen in the world.
One is an old master, an aging mortal. It is hard to imagine that they would meet this night.
However, the two people inside didn't feel anything was wrong at all.
The old master spoke again: "This time, you did a good job. Sword cultivators should behave like sword cultivators. They would rather take the straight path than ask for help from the crooked path.
Moreover, if you make such a fuss, some old immortals will probably start to murmur in their hearts. "
The female swordsman's eyes suddenly shrank: "So, there are still their shadows behind this?
In other words, during the time we left, did anyone come to the Galaxy Sword Sect? "
The old master sighed: "What do you think?
They are like shadows in the sun. As long as there is the sun, they are indispensable. "
The female swordsman was very puzzled: "But what do they want to do?"
"Who knows? They never aired their ideas.
However, some people speculate that they want to break through the sky, break away from the shackles of heaven, and break through the final limit.
But their approach is really too radical! "
Having said this, the old master shook his head and said: "This time, Lu Lu was really careless.
Tiger, tiger, tiger that has been around for thousands of years, hehe, it is really sad to end up like this! "
It can be clearly seen that there is an indescribable ending in the old master's eyes. He may be lamenting the tiger, or he may be lamenting something else.
The female sword master felt a little uncomfortable, so she changed the subject and said: "We are still too incompetent, otherwise, you don't need to work too hard!"
The old master laughed and said: "You are already very good, but that step is not that easy after all, especially for sword cultivators."
Speaking of this, the old master also got rid of the influence of sad emotions, but asked: "I heard that the little guy from outside wants to enter the Tibetan Dharma Tower?"
"Yes!"
The female swordsman nodded and expressed her worries: "That little guy, it's such a pity. I have never seen someone who can directly see the magic of heaven and earth, and can directly manipulate it. It's unbelievable even if I tell you.
But the deadline is there, and all his struggles are in vain! "
"In vain?"
The old master chuckled: "Thousands of years ago, during the Great Xuan Dynasty, we immortal cultivators never thought we could defeat those warriors. The presence of those warrior immortals condensed into Dharma bodies was indeed terrifying, but so what in the end?
Our climb to the immortal path has always been from nothing to something, from small to large, from weak to strong.
Miracles are, after all, created by people, not innate. "
"You mean to let him try?"
The female sword master still had some doubts: "But I always feel that his appearance is too coincidental. I'm afraid that he is..."
Before the female sword master finished speaking, the old master smiled: "Are you afraid that he is the accomplice of those people?"
"I haven't been able to get to the bottom of that kid's specific origins, but it's definitely not the secret behind those people."
The old master was very sure, but when the conversation changed, he said softly: "Besides, what if it's Anzi? The human heart is the most elusive."
"Since you said so, then I will make arrangements?"
"Just do what you have to do. It's just a casual move."
"Well!"
After the matter was discussed, the female swordsman bowed and saluted, and before leaving, she couldn't help but say: "You still have to take care of yourself!"
"It's okay, I can still hold on for a few more years. You guys, please grow up quickly."
…
Sword Master Shen Jinxiu of the Four Seasons left. Just like when she came, her figure disappeared into the mist, but the old master was still sitting where he was. He never got up from the beginning to the end.
However, when the female sword master left, his originally calm demeanor became even more depressed.
Sitting on the recliner, his eyes were blurred and scattered, as if he was remembering people or things from long ago.
After a cup of tea, he suddenly sat up. Although he was still old and swaying, he stood up resolutely and walked into the depths of the private school and came to a study room.
The study room is very large. Except for the entrance door, there are seven large bookshelves on all sides against the wall, filled with all kinds of books.
There is still a faint fragrance permeating the study room. I don't know where it comes from or where it ends, but it is obviously an extremely clever method of anti-corrosion and insect control.
Even if some books have gone through many years at a glance, and the pages are yellowed and dry, they are still as fresh as ever here.
However, the old master is getting old after all, and he no longer has much energy to take care of them one by one, and some places just place them randomly.
The old master rummaged through the pile of books for a long time and finally found a thick book.
The cover of the book is made of rare mahogany and is polished. It looks thick and dark red. There is no writing on the cover, as if it is empty.
After the old master found the book, he started to walk out. He was still in the main hall and still on the couch. He fumbled for the book in his hand, seemingly reluctant to let go, but his eyes were looking at the ceiling.
What was reflected in his cloudy pupils was not the reflection of the ceiling, but across an unknown distance and obstacle, he saw someone under the oil lamp, looking at the book in his hand while writing furiously.
Sometimes, he stopped writing, frowned, and looked thoughtful.
From time to time, he raised his head and concentrated, and a light lit up between his hands, performing various changes.
The old master smiled and said: "He is a diligent person. Even if there is a strong wind, he will never give up in life. Haha, this is a good saying.
Madman Ning, look, does this person look a lot like you? "
At the end of the sentence, the old master's eyes had fallen on the mahogany secret book in his hand. As he fumbled with his old palms, he seemed to see another high-spirited person: "The same talent, the same worries, the same eternal Never give up, the same day will never leave.
You are so similar that when I see him, I feel like I see you.
So be it, give him your inheritance, maybe you can give him a helping hand, or maybe you can complete the miracle that you couldn't complete back then. "
As he spoke, the old master suddenly recognized the book in his hand. The movement was not big and the speed was not fast. The book was just thrown a short distance and almost landed.
But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound of landing.
Looking again, there seemed to be a strange spatial distortion in the void, and the books disappeared after falling into the distortion.
On the first floor of the Tibetan Dharma Building, in a corner where an unknown amount of dust had accumulated, there was a strange distortion. A book fell from it and hit the pile of books with a thud.
Very strangely, the books at this time became very large and thick, as if they were carved from dark red rock, with a length and width of one meter.
When it first appeared, it seemed abrupt, like standing out from the crowd.
But gradually, it seemed to blend into the surrounding environment and became very ordinary.
Only then did a bald young man walk over holding a shining night pearl.
He was obviously disturbed by the noise, but he checked back and forth many times but found nothing.
In the end, he had no choice but to scratch Wa Liang's bald head and left hesitantly.
…
While waiting, Mo Chengjun was not idle. He began to practice Hunyuan Qi, opened up his upper Dantian, and condensed his own first ray of magic power.
Whether it is martial arts practice or immortality, you have to introduce Qi into the body at the beginning, and the simplest way to introduce Qi into the body is actually breathing.
Yes, it is the most ordinary breath.
In other words, even mortals receive inspiration from heaven and earth every day, but they don't know how to use it. However, immortal cultivators and warriors have found ways to use it correctly.
The spirit of heaven and earth is everywhere, almost everywhere, but in some places it is rich, and in other places it is much thinner.
As for Yunjian City, it is also the outskirts of the Galaxy Sword Sect anyway, so there is no doubt about its concentration of spiritual power.
As for Mo Chengjun's talent, his perception is even more acute.
After he mastered the correct method and worked hard to adjust his breathing rhythm, he soon realized the inspiration that entered his body.
In his observation, this spirit is just like other gases in the air. It will enter the lungs through the mouth and nose when breathing.
If it were a mortal, this spiritual energy would be like carbon dioxide. It circulates in the body and is excreted without being felt.
But if you are a practitioner, you can sense this spiritual inspiration and add it to the body's circulation like oxygen.
It can also be driven by thoughts and flow continuously through the complex muscle diagram according to a specific route, until at a certain moment, when it is incorporated into the upper Dantian, magic power is formed.
In the theory of this world, the meridians and acupoints are all unblocked, and those who are not unblocked are dead, but unblocked does not mean that it is easy to form a circulation of ideas.
This not only consumes a lot of energy, but also requires sufficient concentration. Otherwise, the cycle cannot be completed, and the inspiration will remain an inspiration, not converted into mana, but simply dispersed.
Moreover, even if the spirit cycle is completed, it depends on how much of the spirit can be converted into mana. This is also very particular, and it also involves another professional term - the stickiness of the body to the spirit.
It is also called the leakage phenomenon of the spirit machine.
This is also an extremely important aspect of talent root bone testing.
If the viscosity is high, the practice will naturally be faster. If the viscosity is low, and there may even be large-scale leakage, then the practice will naturally be twice the result with half the effort.
Well, there was a lot of expertise involved, and he was notoriously shallow in his expertise.
So, Mo Chengjun made a decision. He would complete all the courses he had taken as an outer disciple, and at least lay a solid foundation for himself.
However, before he could take action, there was news from the Four Seasons Sword Master Shen Jinxiu that the matter was settled.
From today on, Mo Chengjun has become a sweeper in the Zangfa Building.
Yeah, not the librarian,
But the cleaning staff!
