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The blue sea is boundless and the sky is vast. Su Qinian stands high in the sky, his eyes becoming more solemn than ever before.
One breath, two breaths, three breaths, as time passes, on the boundless sea, the waves recede, the storm subsides, and under the black clouds, there is a kind of tranquility before death.
Boom!
After half a stick of incense, there was a muffled sound above the nine heavens, the void trembled, and a kind of energy that shocked the soul began to rise.
It seemed to be the sound of beating drums, and Su Qinian's eyes were filled with strange colors. Could it be that there really is a heaven above the nine heavens? It was the heavenly soldiers beating the war drums.
Boom!
After the sound of drum beating, the second sound of drum sounded again, and ripples appeared in the void, but they collapsed in front of Su Qinian, as if being cut open by an invisible edge.
Su Qinian turned his hand back, and on his back, a long green iron sword appeared from the void to reality.
Reaching out to hold the handle of the knife, Su Qinian raised his head, his eyes shining with immeasurable light.
At this moment, his gaze seemed to penetrate the void, penetrate all illusions, and a majestic Qi burst out of the body, stirring the sky wind and calming the ripples in the void.
This is……
Su Qinian's eyes flickered with infinite light, like the scorching sun in the sky, too bright to be looked directly at. What he saw was that in the thick black clouds, there was a stream gurgling. This stream was about one foot wide and crystal clear to the bottom. But if you look closely, it seems to be colorful and magnificent, with many figures vaguely visible.
This stream is unreal, a bit hazy, and seems to be somewhere between reality and illusion, with a soul-stirring aura.
With just one glance, Su Qinian felt his heart tremble, but as he tightened his grip on the hilt of the knife, his heart remained unmoved like an eternal light.
"this is impossible!"
Between his brows, the old man's hand holding the hammer trembled slightly. He murmured to himself, unbelievable, but he was in Su Qinian's divine court. As long as Su Qinian sees it, he can clearly understand it.
At the first sight of this stream hidden in the calamity of heaven, the old man understood that he was inextricably linked to this stream.
It's almost a blessing to the soul. High in the sky, before the third drum beat sounded, Su Qinian took action.
Clang!
A sharp sword light, green and misty, seemed to be between reality and illusion. It burst out in an instant and penetrated the entire sky.
The dense black cloud was divided into two, and was cut open by the sharp edge of the sword. Then, under the shocked eyes of the old man, the sword fell hard and struck the stream deep in the black cloud.
Boom!
There were sparks flying and the sound of gold and iron clashing.
The only difference from ordinary days is that each of these Mars is as big as a mountain, with thousands of miles of mountains and rivers inside. In villages, towns and cities, there are longing figures and smoke curling up from cooking stoves.
The most important thing is that in every Mars, a person can be clearly seen, a shirtless, muscular young man, carrying a black hammer on his back, walking in the famous mountains and rivers, and on the railings of the market.
In the divine court of Su Qinian. The old man's whole body trembled as he watched the sparks burst and shatter. His scarred body gradually exuded a breath of fresh air. The wound heals at a speed visible to the naked eye.
outside world.
Before Su Qinian could use his sword again, the stream that was about a foot wide was like a dream, disappearing into nothingness.
The stream disappeared, the split dense black clouds also disappeared, the sky reappeared, and a golden sun hung high in the sky for nine days. The soft light fell down, and under this light, Su Qinian felt that his whole person had become completely different. He could see the full muscles, and even the pores on his body were clearly visible.
A ball of light shot out from between the eyebrows and transformed into the figure of the old man again.
As the old man left, the previously completely different world returned to its original state, and the majestic and vast spiritual power receded like a vast ocean. He felt a little disappointed, but Su Qinian quickly returned to calm. At the same time, he also discovered that although The old man has left, but the world in front of him has indeed undergone some changes. It is clearer than before. All kinds of subtleties, as long as he concentrates his mind, seem to slow down a thousand times, without missing any detail.
The most important thing is that although his mental power has been condensed and transformed to such a state, it has not diminished at all, and has even improved slightly. This is no small matter, and it can be regarded as a huge gain.
As for the previous three shots, some of the realizations became more and more blurred, and soon became empty, leaving only a vague shadow in my mind.
Despite this, Su Qinian believes that as his cultivation level continues to deepen, these shadows will eventually become a seed, taking root, sprouting, blooming, and bearing fruit.
Above the clear sky and blue sea.
At this time, Su Qinian and the old man stood opposite each other, neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere became a little subtle.
After half a cup of tea, the old man, who no longer had any scars on his body, let go. The black iron hammer turned from solid to virtual and disappeared. He looked at Su Qinian and said in a deep voice: "Are you a descendant of Wudang Qingyang Peak?"
Although the old man asked, his tone was very firm. In this place where souls are separated, Su Qinian understood the extraordinary nature of the old man. The old man probably also saw through some of his secrets. He did not hide it at the moment, nodded and said: "Senior's eyes are like a torch."
"My eyes are as bright as fire, how can it be compared to your Qingyang Peak lineage?" The old man shook his head, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance. "I didn't expect that five hundred years later, this "Life-breaking Knife" would be born again."
Su Qinian's heart moved when he heard this, and he wanted to speak, but the old man waved his hand and said: "Don't ask, don't think, there is no benefit in knowing too much, but the road to death is difficult, and if you want to prove it, it will be difficult and dangerous. , there are many disasters, you must be prepared."
The old man's words seemed to have a meaning, but it was nothing more than the practice of the "Life-breaking Knife". Su Qinian had already experienced this during his journey since he descended from Wudang Mountain.
Surrender to fate, suppress evil and promote good.
These eight words exhaust all the good and evil, good and evil, and may seem ordinary. However, among all the world, even the ancient sages and sages, there are few who truly combine knowledge and action.
"Let's go."
When the old man spoke again, the land in front of him shattered into pieces. Su Qinian felt a slight light on his body and returned to the dark and deep world of Shenting.
He cupped his fists and saluted the old man, Su Qinian thought, and his spiritual form changed from reality to emptiness, and his spiritual power was like silver mercury, crystal clear, and returned to his true body.
Buzz!
In an instant, the spirit and body merged into one, and the spiritual whirlpool condensed into a ball of faint silver light, like a embryo, faintly about to give birth to something.
Su Qinian did not open his eyes immediately, but sat cross-legged and meditated, carefully sorting out the harvest. In the dark, he saw the prototype of the luck dragon and snake, and the golden dragon and snake hissed. His thinking was quick, and all kinds of experiences and understandings became clear, especially It was the old man's words that were like enlightenment, and now they are echoing in his mind.
Life and death are just a matter of thought, don't seek the way of heaven or immortality!
And there are gods three feet above your head. Instead of asking for gods and goddesses, just worship yourself?
Su Qinian hesitated again. Needless to say, setting up memorial tablets for immortals and gods was definitely more orthodox than establishing oneself as a god. The path of the gods was already determined. For example, in Taoism, there was the Three Pure Ones seeking immortality and asking questions, and Lao Tzu left Hangu Pass in the west. To seek peace for all living beings, there is also Emperor Zhenwu who subdues demons and demons. In Buddhism, there is Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha who never empties the hell and vows not to become a Buddha. There are also Confucian saints, Confucius and Mencius, who wish all living beings to be like the saints.
And if you establish yourself as a god and practice martial arts for several years, how can He De occupy the place of the divine court and accept the incense of all living beings? The gods have their own paths, but what is your own path?
…
The little girl was lying on the table, a little drowsy. She was too tired. The dense cloud-patterned iron inner armor was too heavy, but her brother Qinian did not allow her to take it off and had to wear it day and night.
"Don't read it."
"Grandpa, don't shout. Let Bu Nian sleep for a little longer, just a little..."
Suddenly, the little girl jumped up several feet, opened her big eyes, and saw a familiar figure standing in front of her a few feet away, stretching the wrinkles on her face and smiling at her.
"grandfather!"
The next moment, the little girl's eyes turned red and she flew out. Unfortunately, she underestimated her own strength and the weight on her body. She was only one foot in the air and was about to fall. But soon, a figure flashed in front of her. , she fell into the familiar embrace that she missed day and night.
"Grandpa, I miss you so much, I miss you so much!" the little girl choked with tears.
The old man stretched out his hand to caress Wu Nian's little head. His eyes were a little cloudy, and he sighed: "Grandpa misses you too. Grandpa is sorry for you."
"Grandpa, please don't leave Bu Nian again, and Bu Nian won't be separated from you again, okay?" The little girl looked up, with a look of hope on her face, and her tender little face was filled with tears.
"Grandpa promises you."
The old man nodded heavily and hugged the little girl tightly. He felt the hard touch on the little girl's body. He stretched out his hand to lift up the little girl's sleeves and saw the iron inner armor with dense cloud patterns. The fine armor plates were layered on top of each other. , can be stretched and retracted to cover the little girl's entire body.
"Where did this inner armor come from?"
"That was what brother Qinian wanted to put on, but he refused to take it off, and he died of weight loss. It's so hard for him."
The little girl immediately started to complain about her grandpa, but she burst into tears as soon as she finished speaking.
At this time, Su Qinian on the bed also woke up. When he heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry.
…
The bright moon is like a disk, hanging high in the sky.
It was so quiet in Yangzhou city late at night that you could hear a pin drop.
On the shore of Slender West Lake, on the bank of weeping willows, a figure in a green robe is walking against the moonlight.
This is a middle-aged man, with slender jade-like sideburns visible in the moonlight, and a face like a crown jade. He looks elegant, handsome and handsome.
The middle-aged man's pace was not fast. He had warm eyes and a smile on his face. He walked under the bright moon and weeping willows. Sometimes he was hidden in the shadow of the moon. In a moment, he walked several miles away and arrived at the Dongguan Ancient Street near the lake. above. (Please give me a monthly ticket. Genuine subscription is the greatest support for Shibu. Come to Qidian.com to subscribe. Well, thank you all book friends again for your support. Your rewards during this period have flattered Shibu. There are still many things Shibu has not yet seen. Book friends who can thank me one by one, Shibu is also here to bow to you and thank you for liking my stories.) (To be continued.)
