Xia Chengyi put away his sword and looked at the wooden sword. The sword was about three feet long and the hilt was slightly rounded. The sword was engraved with obscure inscriptions. It was as warm as jade and you could smell a faint fragrance when holding it in your hand.
Xia Qingfeng explained: "This wooden sword is made of the finest Xiantang pear wood, and was finally condensed after a hundred years of thunder bombardment. Although it is a wooden sword, its quality is not inferior to ordinary flying swords. However, this sword is only used for ordinary practice, and injecting spiritual energy into it will not produce the slightest sword intention, let alone sword control."
Xia Chengyi nodded.
Xia Qingfeng's expression changed, and he began to flatter him again, "Then it's time for the master to rest earlier. Although your hand just now was like a bright moon rising, which stunned me, but your breath is weak now, and now among the golden branches and jade leaves, You must not work too hard on your body, it will not be good if you damage the source."
Xia Chengyi looked at Xia Qingfeng with a strange look on his face, "I have developed the habit of going to bed late and getting up early very early, and I will use less words with different meanings in the future."
Xia Qingfeng scratched his head and thought to himself that he had slapped the horse on the mouth, and he laughed and said, "Master, please don't work too hard. I'm going to rest first."
Xia Chengyi asked curiously: "You, a sword spirit, need to rest? Shouldn't you not eat, drink or sleep?"
The boy in golden clothes shook his head and said: "Master, this is your misunderstanding. Monks also need to rest, but they don't need to sleep for as many hours a day as ordinary people do. Moreover, monks' rest is also a kind of rest. Different monks will use it according to their needs. Xiao Zhoutian practiced the magical powers he cultivated on his own. What's more, using the dream as a method, a hundred years will pass as soon as he sleeps, and when he wakes up, things have changed."
Xia Chengyi nodded, gaining another understanding of the world of cultivation.
The boy in gold yawned, "Master, I'm going to rest first, and you should rest earlier."
"Um."
The kid in golden clothes dodged, causing a trace of golden ripples to dissipate between heaven and earth.
Late at night, there is silence between heaven and earth.
There was only one young man holding a sword who kept practicing sword postures in the courtyard, practicing over and over again.
It wasn't until late at night that the boy, who was already sweating profusely, breathed a sigh of relief and put away the wooden sword.
The first move of this sword manual made the young man feel that it was more difficult than Master Han's eight steps of walking. It was particularly difficult to draw and retract the sword. What this first sword movement emphasizes is a sword that is as fast as thunder, with a thunderous force. It is like this so-called one sword can defeat all kinds of magic. You can have thousands of magical powers and thousands of magic weapons, and I will defeat them all with one sword. !
Xia Chengyi wiped the sweat from his face and sighed: "Sure enough, I just learned the similarity in form. It seems that I need more practice."
The reason why Xia Chengyi said this was because he felt that his movements and charm were far different from those in the book, so he was so emotional.
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Inside Old Man Ma's pawnshop in the small town.
The thin old man was still sitting on the bench smoking a cigarette and puffing away smoke, not feeling sleepy at all. There was a rabbit lying next to him. The rabbit's hair was getting brighter and smoother, and there was a burst of light, which made people want to touch it. A purple mist surged out from between the rabbit's forehead, heavily surrounding the rabbit spirit.
Old Man Ma glanced at the rabbit spirit lying on the ground, and saw through her thoughts at a glance. He knocked the cigarette pole on the ground, and Old Man Ma sneered: "You are the only one who still wants to follow the path of the ancient demon? Do you really think you are yourself?" Is he a person? Why, you think your life is not long enough, so you are in a hurry to contribute to the Lord of Hell?"
The rabbit spirit suddenly woke up from a dream.
Old Man Ma picked up the cigarette rod again, exhaled a puff of thick smoke, as if it were in the clouds, and said with an indifferent expression: "Don't even think about taking those roads that have already been taken to death, you are not qualified."
The rabbit spirit was curled up and shivering, looking panicked.
Just now, Old Man Ma's hand directly pulled him out of his meditation. The so-called meditation is a special way of practice for demon monks, such as Buddhist meditation and Taoist meditation. Meditation is similar to this. After entering meditation, No external force was allowed to interrupt the meditative state, but Old Man Ma just knocked out the cigarette pole and forcibly interrupted the rabbit spirit. This made her not panic, and at the same time she was even more frightened by the depth of Old Man Ma's cultivation.
The rabbit spirit said timidly: "Great Immortal, I just want to try the path that our ancestors have walked and see if I can find a great road based on the path they left."
Old Man Ma held the cigarette in his mouth, crossed his legs, and said sarcastically: "You don't even know how much you weigh, so you dare to think about the great roads left by the ancient great masters? Are you capable? Do you know how many there are?" The monster monk died on this so-called avenue? After receiving the blessing, he didn’t want to be a turtle and bastard, but he decided to imitate the old longevity star and hang himself, because he didn’t think he died fast enough?”
The rabbit spirit was frightened when he heard it, and said in a trembling voice: "I hope the great immortal will tell me clearly. I don't understand the origin and relationship between this."
Old Man Ma said calmly: "I'm just telling you, don't seek death. I won't care about the rest."
Rabbit nodded like garlic.
The rabbit spirit kept stealing glances at Old Man Ma's face, and cautiously asked, "Great Immortal, what about my real name?"
The real name of the demon monk is not only the natal thing, but it is different from the natal flying sword of the human monk. The natal word and the natal thing. The real name of the demon monk is often hung on the demon pill, like a bright sun, constantly absorbing it. The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged towards the demon pill.
And every demon clan will take a real name before transforming, and this real name is the natal magical power of these demon cultivators. At the same time, the real name can also be given by others. If a great monk gives the name, the profound meaning of the great path contained in the real name will be fed back to the person who is given it. After the real name is completely refined, in the future catastrophe of enlightenment, It also increases the chance of winning.
The Rabbit Spirit also has his own little calculation. If he can get the name from Old Man Ma, after he completely refines it, his future cultivation path will be smooth and unstoppable.
Old Man Ma continued to smoke his dry cigarette and ignored the bunny spirit who climbed up along the pole.
Seeing this, the rabbit spirit gritted his teeth and said to Old Man Ma: "Great Immortal, if you are worried, I can condense my demon elixir essence blood to make a contract with you. Then you can let me do it with just a thought. Turn into ashes and disappear into the world.”
The Rabbit Spirit is also willing to take risks, seeing that this old man is not a simple person. As long as he can rely on this backer, he will not have to practice in fear every day in the future.
Old Man Ma sneered a few times, shook the tobacco in his cigarette stick, and sneered: "Do you think I would be interested in your junk stuff?"
The rabbit's spirit is gloomy.
Old Man Ma took out a handful of tobacco and poured it into the cigarette rod, blew out a smoke ring, and continued: "But I can also help with the real name, but it is not me who gives the name, but someone else."
Rabbit said excitedly: "As long as the immortal can give me a name, I can let my slave do anything!"
Old Man Ma remained silent, but the smoke in the room became thicker and thicker.
"Great Immortal?"
Old Man Ma waved his cigarette pole and said angrily: "That's all, I will arrange your real name after you transform."
The rabbit spirit was overjoyed. After thanking him profusely, he disappeared in a flash.
Old Man Ma sat alone on the bench smoking a dry cigarette, frowning, lost in thought, surrounded by clouds and mist, with no expression on his face.
After a long time, the old man sighed.
The hunched old man stood up, put the cigarette stick behind him, tapped his toes, and the air rippled. Old Man Ma's figure flashed in an instant, and he had arrived at the door of Xia Chengyi's old house.
The two literary door gods on Xia Chengyi's door suddenly flashed with light, and two faint shadows suddenly appeared in front of the door. They were solemn, not angry and powerful, and there was a suppressed feeling between heaven and earth. Coercion.
One of them, the bearded door god holding a wat board and wearing a red robe, had a majestic face and a trace of inviolable dignity. He looked at Old Man Ma and shouted: "Who is coming? Leave your name."
The sound is like a drum.
But Old Man Ma only glanced at it, and the expressions of the two door gods suddenly changed. What was even more surprising was that the two door gods actually made incense gestures with their hands and bowed three times to Old Man Ma.
Old Man Ma took it peacefully.
After three times, the two door gods rose from the ground and disappeared into a bright light.
Old Man Ma muttered: "Where did the door god steal it from? How dare he post so much incense?"
The most important thing for this kind of door gods is incense. Just like the mountain and river gods, they all rely on the incense of the mortal world to practice. As long as the incense continues, they will not lose their cultivation and enjoy the incense of the world. This is also the reason why the local court vigorously banned obscenity temples. They were afraid that the incense in the world would be messed up, allowing some people who should not have become mountain and river gods to sit on the throne. It would be okay if they were people of good nature, but if they were A cruel and vicious person becomes the mountain god and river god of a place, disrupting the feng shui of a place, which is undoubtedly a disaster for the local people. However, this kind of gods are different from Xia Qingfeng and his group of ancient gods. Most of these gods are entangled in worldly karma, so the more serious the karma they are contaminated with, the greater the calamity they will endure in the future.
The old man stepped out and came to the courtyard.
The old man slowly said: "Come out, and stop hiding."
A ray of silver light swept over, and "Qingfeng" suddenly appeared in the courtyard, hovering three feet in front of Old Man Ma. Then a golden light flashed, and Xia Qingfeng appeared from the flying sword.
The kid in golden clothes greeted him with a playful smile: "Hey, there are few visitors, this is not our famous Shangqing..."
Old Man Ma frowned slightly.
The kid in gold clothes suddenly changed his words and said: "Isn't this the famous Mr. Ma? Ouch, there are few visitors."
The kid in golden clothes waved his sleeves to create a bamboo stool, and sat down on it. When he saw old man Ma still stooped and standing at the door with a cigarette stick in his mouth and smoking dry cigarettes, he immediately said hello: " What are you doing standing there, old man? Hurry up and take a seat, it won’t be good if you have an old bone and an old leg.”
