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Su Qinian!
As these three words came out, many handyman Taoists in Qingyang Palace who were originally tense suddenly relaxed involuntarily.
Even in front of Qingyang Palace, Fatty couldn't help but feel relieved. He had to take action, but losing would be disgraceful. Most importantly, it would damage his Qingyang Peak's reputation. But now that Su Qinian has returned, he It gave rise to a lot of expectations. Over the past few days, he had not been doing anything but eating. He also learned a lot about the news in the world through the Hu family's caravan.
The name of Wudang Immortal has spread throughout Hubei Province.
The middle-aged deacon from Xianding Peak's eyes narrowed slightly and quickly turned cold, saying: "Why, you also want to take action."
Su Qinian walked straight over without stopping. His eyes were calm, but his words made the middle-aged deacon rush to the door angrily.
"Try your best, you only have one chance, I only have one shot."
The young Jinggu's eyes lit up when he heard this. He stared at Su Qinian's movements and refused to let go of any detail.
Only one sword?
The middle-aged deacon couldn't believe his ears. This young man's tone was beyond words. Although his talent and understanding were slightly inferior, he was still a master who had reached the third-rate level and even had access to the Eight Extraordinary Meridians. Sanjo, even if he has the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique", even if he has perfected the 365 secret orifices in his body, he can barely reach the level of third-rate minor achievement. There is still a big gap between him and himself. How dare he So rampant!
Yes, in the eyes of this middle-aged deacon who came down from Xianding Peak at this moment, Su Qinian is arrogant, even arrogant and ignorant. Even some of his fellow disciples of the Jing generation have already entered the realm of third-rate masters. He didn't dare to claim that he could be defeated with one punch or one sword.
"Grandpa, is this Brother Qinian's home? It's so big and beautiful."
The little girl didn't want to pull the old man's sleeve. After walking into the palace gate, she looked around and around. Everything felt new. Finally, her eyes fell on Su Qinian's back, her big eyes blinked, her eyelashes were very long, and she asked: "Grandpa, is brother Qinian going to fight again?"
The old man rubbed her little head and chuckled: "It's not a fight, it's someone who doesn't open his eyes. Please ask Brother Nian to open his eyes."
The corners of his eyes were twitching, and the middle-aged deacon had sharp ears and eyes. How could he not hear the sarcasm in the old man's words? But for an old man and a young man, he would not be able to get angry. He would only lose his identity. The next moment, when he looked at Su Qinian, his eyes were infinitely cold.
"Since you are asking for trouble, I will help you!"
Clang!
In an instant, he drew his sword again, but compared to facing Fatty Qingye. He put out almost ten percent of his energy. The reputation of the Wudang Immortal has gradually spread to the foot of Wudang Mountain these days. Not to mention that as the deacon of Xiandingfeng, he sometimes goes down the mountain to supervise many industrial fields. He is very well-informed. He knows that this Su Qi Years ago, he had surprisingly developed spiritual power, just based on this. It is worth his full effort to deal with it. The true meaning of martial arts is blessed by spiritual power, and the true meaning of martial arts can independently activate the invisible spirit and its majestic power in the human body. Still quite different.
As soon as he made a move, the middle-aged deacon pushed the "Dingshen Sword" he had refined for many years to reach its peak. He stabilized his mind with a sword, and the sharp edge was released. The pure white sword light and sword energy reflected the towering Dingfeng, which could not be moved by the vicissitudes of time. Wind, frost, rain and snow cannot move it, this is the true meaning of swordsmanship that is indestructible.
It’s this sword!
In front of the Qingyang Palace, Fatty Qingye gritted his teeth. Xian Dingfeng's "Dingshen Sword" was really a terrifying swordsmanship that was extremely powerful in defending against enemies. Even with the true meaning of his top-ranked "Zerei Palm", he couldn't shake it in the slightest. His cultivation is shallow and he only has a superficial understanding of it, but it is undeniable that this swordsmanship is indeed very good at defensiveness. In addition, this middle-aged deacon has an edge in swordsmanship. Although his offensive power is slightly inferior, it cannot be underestimated.
With a wave of sword energy, he came to Su Qinian in a moment.
call out!
Without any warning, Su Qinian drew his sword. In other words, except for the old man who stepped into the palace gate, almost no one saw clearly when he drew his sword. There was only a flash of green lightning across the sky. It was too fast. The light passed away in a flash, then returned to its sheath again.
This is the third life-threatening blow.
The figure of the middle-aged deacon Xian Dingfeng paused, and the solid sword energy breathed from the tip of the long sword in his hand suddenly collapsed. Then there was a click, and the small tip of the sword broke. He staggered back, and his face became uglier with every step he took. After retreating seven steps in a row, his face was as white as paper, he groaned, and spat out a stream of blood.
"How is it possible that you cut open the true meaning of my swordsmanship? I can feel that your true meaning of swordsmanship is not very strong. At most, it is on par with mine. It is not even as good as the fat man's true meaning of "Zelei Palm". Why?" Yes, how is it possible!”
The middle-aged deacon couldn't believe it. He was defeated with just one sword strike. He had no resistance or any luck. The young man in front of him cut the true meaning of "Dingshen Sword" with a sword. The most important thing is that from the young man's long sword, The power transmitted from him was even stronger than his internal cultivation, which was even more unbelievable. He couldn't believe it, how could it be like this? This Su Qinian had clearly not yet established the foundation, and there was no trace of Zhenqi in his body. .
Is the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Skill" complete?
The middle-aged deacon guessed that Su Qinian had probably penetrated all the secret orifices and entered the realm of perfect physical body. As for the tenth level, it was absolutely impossible. In today's Wudang, the most talented and accomplished person of this generation is still The palm peak disciples of the Lion Peak generation could clear the sky with one sword. Even this young hero on the Dragon and Tiger Ranking could not understand the mystery of the tenth level. He did not believe that Su Qinian could do it.
Walk!
Without saying another word, after a brief loss of composure, the middle-aged deacon collected himself, took a deep breath, and left directly, without even looking at Shizuya, his junior brother.
The young man looked at the leaving figure of the middle-aged deacon and hesitated to speak, but finally steadied his figure. He wanted to use his own hands to tell everyone on Xianding Peak that his choice in Jinggu was not wrong, and that his predecessors had their way. Future generations also have their own path. Not everyone has to follow the experience and path of their predecessors. He has to follow his own path, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, even if he falls to pieces...
…
After the middle-aged deacon who came down from Xian Ding Peak left, there was no news, and no one of Xian Ding Feng Jing's generation arrived. Even the Taoist Protector from the beginning never showed up again.
That night, the young man was extremely drunk.
At the hour of the next day, he got up to practice swordsmanship again. His eyes were fixed, and his skills were even more obvious with every turn of his swordsmanship. In Su Qinian's view, he had made great progress. He had already understood the basic swordsmanship, and he was only one step away. Get the essence of trance.
However, these are not what Su Qinian values most. What Su Qinian values most is his character. Obviously, at this time, the young Jinggu's character is so strong that it has been polished by various previous experiences and has reached a level of He was in an extraordinary situation. Not only was his expression unchanging despite the weight of Mount Tai, but he also had a bit of the perseverance of a swordsman. This was extremely difficult.
A master weaponsmith!
When Su Qinian told him, the fat man almost bit off his tongue. He never imagined that a master weapon craftsman would condescend to come to Qingyang Peak, a place where his inheritance was still in turmoil.
Although his knowledge is shallow, Fatty still knows the significance of a master weapons craftsman. He is a person who is enough to make the top martial arts sects and aristocratic families treat him as a guest. He even needs the position of elder Xu Waiqing to be able to do this. Reluctantly make him return to his heart.
As for the old man, he was very rude and slapped the fat man on the back of the head. He made him spin around three times and fell to the ground, giggling dumbly.
Not only a master weapons craftsman, but also a master!
"Grandpa, is this brother a fool? Why are you still drooling?" The little girl asked with some confusion as she pulled the old man's sleeve.
The corners of Su Qinian's mouth twitched slightly, and he turned away.
…
On the third day, Su Qinian took out two hundred drops of vitality liquid and gave it to the fat man. After the old man came, the Taoist servants in Qingyang Palace were a little stretched, let alone casting, whether it was casting furnaces or charcoal fires, gold and iron, etc. None of it costs money, and it’s already obvious how expensive it is just starting.
After explaining everything that needed to be explained, Su Qinian entered the world of Yuanshen.
Climbing Qingyang Peak and reaching the top through the vast white mist, Su Qinian saw the young Taoist priest standing on the edge of the cliff, looking up at the blue and white sun above the nine heavens. There was a golden light that shone softly and warmly on his body.
After a brief silence, Su Qinian asked for advice on the origin of offering incense and erecting tablets and statues. Is it just to temper the spirit with the help of the thoughts of living beings?
The young Taoist priest turned around, took a deep look at him, and said, "You are in his thoughts, and he is in your thoughts."
The words were spoken very simply and concisely, but Su Qinian fell into deep thought.
"When all living beings burn incense and offer sacrifices, and their thoughts gather together, can the person being sacrificed really sense them one by one and solve their problems?"
Su Qinian shook his head. At least what he saw along the way was not like this. In other words, all the temples in the world, large and small, were like this.
Since we can't help those who are suffering, why do we still burn incense day and night? This is to regard all living beings as ants and as fodder.
Su Qinian felt ashamed. These days, even though he was thousands of miles away, he could still clearly capture every thought of praying. Even some residents of the ancient town of Qintong had returned to their hometown and set up their own memorials in their houses. Start burning incense at the memorial tablet and worship it day and night.
This made the thoughts that came through the transmission become more solid and the tempering power was stronger. However, sometimes, some people also conveyed the thoughts of praying for help and seeking choices, but every time at these times, Su Qinian only felt alive. He is powerless, or powerless. Apart from being the best listener, he can do nothing and cannot meet any requirement. (Please give me a monthly ticket. Come to Qidian.com to support genuine subscriptions.) (To be continued.)
