Sword twenty-three!
It seemed that there was just one sword technique, but Yan Xiake's heart was filled with thousands of sword intentions, thousands of sword techniques, and all kinds of essences flowing, making him feel infinite thoughts.
In a daze, it seemed as if he was witnessing the life of a peerless swordsman.
By the clear water lake, there are twenty-three divine swords.
"Such a swordsmanship, such a swordsmanship..."
Yan Xiake's heart was shaken, and he felt that this sword fit him extremely well.
He became a monk and learned Taoism on the way. Although he was a swordsman, the sword he held was the sword of a human knight, not the flying sword of an ordinary swordsman.
In the Emperor's Heaven Realm, all flying swords made by sword cultivators only have a sharp edge but no handle, because sword cultivators do not need to hold a sword at all. After being punished, they can already kill people hundreds of steps away, and their life achievements are as easy as killing people from ten miles away.
After being refined by the Earthly Demon Tiangang, the sword technique transformed into magical power, and it was possible to kill enemies thousands of miles away with one sword.
Where does the hand need to be held and where does the hilt need to be held?
However, he became a monk halfway and had no teachers. The Wanjian Jue he learned was only the lowest level Taoist scriptures. After receiving the scepter, he could no longer change it.
Therefore, even though he has been warmed up before, he may not be able to compete with the orthodox sword cultivator.
But when he saw this swordsmanship, he felt moved in his heart.
This swordsmanship suits him so well.
"Thank you for passing on the sword!"
After being in a daze for a moment, Yan Xiake felt secretly grateful.
An Qisheng first saved his life and then taught him this kind of swordsmanship. In his life, he had to pay for all his grudges, but to such a person, he would be in debt for the rest of his life.
.......
In the Gongyuan, Sa Wuling sometimes chewed his pen out of boredom, and sometimes wrote furiously. When he got tired of writing, he looked at the troubles of the scholars around him.
The exam lasted for several days. Among these literati, there were many people with loose muscles and bones, so they naturally suffered greatly.
"I won't help you cheat. Whether you succeed or not is your own business. Whether or not you kill the old emperor has nothing to do with me."
Mu Longcheng and Sa Wuling exchanged words:
"Studying literature and practicing martial arts are all exercises. If your spiritual practice is average, it will be beneficial to learn more. However, writing is not about chewing words, but about understanding the spirit of the words..."
Different from his initial reluctance, as the Tai Chi induction chapter progressed, he became more and more afraid of An Qisheng, and he changed his mind.
At this time, when he was unable to escape from the predicament, all his expectations and ambitions could only be realized through Sa Wuling.
He really wanted to portray this old Taoist priest.
But he won't help him do everything step by step.
Sa Wuling gritted his teeth and stopped pleading. He was also a stubborn person, otherwise, he would not have been able to search for immortals and visit Taoism for decades, and liberate and bury people.
Immediately, he put his head down and wrote quickly.
Whether the writing is correct or incorrect, good or bad, it is better to write it fully. What is a blank page?
The general examination usually lasts for three days, and if there are additional examinations, it may even take seven days.
But no matter whether it is three days or seven days, this time is too short.
It is extremely difficult for Yan Xiake to learn Sword Twenty-Three in such a short period of time.
Therefore, in the next few days, he stayed at home and practiced this swordsmanship without sleep.
The more he practiced, the more shocked Yan Xiake became.
At first, this swordsmanship seems to be a martial art from the mortal world, but its core is "god". It emphasizes using god to control the sword, focusing on intention rather than moves, and focusing on power rather than form.
Although he has inherited his divine will, it may not take ten or eight years for him to truly learn it.
But he wasn't thinking about truly mastering it at this time.
I just want to use this sword.
He understood that he only had one chance. After the previous assassination, the old emperor must be more vigilant.
One sword must kill him.
At that time, the turbulence of Long Qi's national destiny will make it possible for the suppressed Old City God to escape!
Some things cannot be compromised, postponed, or repeated tomorrow.
Even though he knew that if he waited ten or eight years to completely master this swordsmanship, he would have a greater chance and be more sure, he still decided to take action as planned.
If you have to wait for complete assurance of everything, then nothing in this world can be accomplished!
In the dim small room of the inn, Yan Xiake brewed his own sword intention in his heart:
"Sword twenty-three..."
.......
With the upcoming Ten Thousand Dharma Conference, countless people flocked to Qingdu City every day.
Unable to do so, the city gate garrison deployed additional manpower several times.
Even so, the soldiers guarding the city were so busy that they couldn't even pay the entry fee.
Wow~
The crisp sound of copper coins entering the basket sounded.
Two little Taoist priests, one old and one young, followed the flow of people through the long city gate and entered Qingdu City.
The old Taoist priest's robes were gray, the same color as his beard and hair. His hands were empty and he looked poor.
The little Taoist priest is dark and somewhat chubby. He is carrying a flag with eight characters inscribed on it: "There is spirit in heaven and earth, and there is Tao in the world."
The broad avenue is paved with bluestone, big enough for eight horses to walk side by side, and towering buildings stretch on both sides until the end of sight.
At this time, the genius had just dawned, but there were already a lot of people on the street.
There are many cries and the aroma of food fills the ears and nose.
"Is this Qingdu City? It's so prosperous and prosperous. Even the entrance fee is quite expensive. It's only eighteen copper coins!"
The short little Taoist priest was carrying a medium-sized flag. He was a little tired at first, but when he saw the prosperity of Qingdu City, he forgot to feel tired for a moment.
"This scene of a thousand-year dynasty is not surprising. Unfortunately, it has already reached its peak and declined."
The old Taoist priest also looked at it and sighed with a complicated expression:
"It's a pity, it's a pity..."
Although they were looking in the same direction, they saw different things.
The little Taoist priest saw that there was a huge flow of people, bustling and noisy.
What the old Taoist priest saw was the Dragon of Luck crossing the fields, but it was showing signs of fatigue. Its originally red-gold body was stained with a layer of dim blood red.
"How could it happen that it was prosperous and then declined?"
The little Taoist priest rubbed his shoulders and put down the flag.
Pfft~
As soon as the seemingly wooden flagpole was put down, it actually penetrated the thick bluestone. The little Taoist priest was shocked and quickly pulled it out.
"Be careful."
The old Taoist priest glared at him: "You can't afford to pay for damaging other people's things. We only have a hundred and ten copper coins in total now!"
"oh."
The little Taoist priest smiled and felt a little annoyed:
"Master, I am also a Taoist priest. Look at how glorious and magnificent the Heavenly Will Sect is! Didn't you say that our 'Human Tao' has a long tradition? Why are we in such a state of decline?"
Smelling the faint aroma in the air, the little Taoist swallowed his saliva.
"Shut up!"
The old Taoist priest glared at the disciple with a dark face, and sighed in his heart when he saw the disciple's aggrieved look.
His name is Liansheng, the young Taoist priest is his disciple, and Jingxin is the only two people who have made great achievements in Taoism in the world today.
The Tao of the Human World is the Taoism left by Lord Netherworld, and it stands to reason that it should be extremely glorious now.
It's a pity that the founding purpose of Human World Dao is to protect the human world. The city god is the light, and they are the darkness. There is no chance to show their holiness in front of others.
But if that was the case, they wouldn't be in such a miserable state.
The turning point also happened after Lord Netherworld disappeared.
The inheritance of the Human Way is different from all the cultivation sects in the world. The difference lies in the secret method of the Human Way.
Please ask God for help.
As the name suggests, their existence is rooted in the Lord of Netherworld and the ghosts and gods of Netherworld.
From the little Ghost City God to the Eight Lords of the Netherworld, everyone can borrow his power.
However, after the Netherworld Lord disappeared, the upper limit of how they could "invite gods" dropped from the Netherworld Lord to the City God, which was terrible.
“Freshly baked buns!”
"The sweet and delicious tofu curd... there are also salty ones!"
"Cooking cakes, cooking cakes!"
All kinds of hawking sounds are endless.
The old Taoist Liansheng sighed, took out four copper coins and bought two pieces of cooking cakes, and handed one of them to his disciple:
"Let's make do with some. It's not easy to live in Qingdu. In other cities, one cake and one copper plate are enough. In the county town, one copper plate can buy two cakes."
The little Taoist priest Jingxin swallowed and took the cake.
Fasting is a necessary skill for cultivators, but who would be willing to fast if they can eat?
The master and apprentice squatted by the roadside, eating cooking cakes and talking from time to time.
"You still need to practice more on your ability to live without grains."
The old Taoist priest Liansheng smacked his fingers and wiped them on his clothes.
The Jingxin Taoist boy rolled his eyes and sighed:
"Master, if you can't, just kick me out of the door. Even if you do something else, I won't starve to death if I don't practice Taoism."
The way of human beings involves the method of inviting gods. The more powerful the gods you invite, the more powerful you become.
There was even a record of a senior who had been practicing for three years and invited Xie Qiye to kill the Great Master Crossing the Tribulation with one move.
It is absolutely impossible for any sect to achieve this effect.
But on the contrary, the constraints are also great.
Whichever god you want to invite, you must be infinitely similar to that god. For example, Liansheng is an old Taoist who is slovenly and unkempt, because Kuixing is like that.
Kuixing hunts ghosts, do you want money?
Kuixing doesn’t want it, can you?
There are too many constraints like this. For example, a certain senior was greedy for oral pleasure and loved to eat beef most in his life.
Then, I invited the 'Ou Head'.
"Once you enter the human world, you will still be a human being after death!"
Liansheng Laodao's face darkened:
"My way in the world is only to clean up the door, not to drive out the door!"
"Master, that's what I said."
Feeling that the master seemed a little angry, the little Taoist priest Jingxin stuck out his tongue and did not dare to speak.
"Let's see what happens this time. I'll ask Kuixing to do a divination. This time Qingdu undergoes a big change, I hope there will be a turning point."
The old Taoist Liansheng patted his butt and stood up. There was no way he could really be angry with his disciple.
Because even he himself can't see the way forward in the world.
As the Netherworld loses contact, he can only call on the gods through the Kuixing statue worshiped by the people. And as Kuixing is forgotten by the world, one day he will no longer be able to borrow the power of Kuixing.
I sighed in my heart, but couldn't show it on my face:
"Let's go, come with me to pay homage to the old city god, and see if you can gain anything..."
