The night was dark, and the sound of people from the campfire in the distance was still there. Mu Qing walked into the woods alone.
The silvery moonlight covered the gaps in the leaves. People like Mu Qing and others had far better eyesight than ordinary people. He quickly found a hidden flat root, sat down cross-legged, and took in his breath.
He focused on two things, releasing three parts of his spiritual consciousness, three feet away from the body, while most of his mind was immersed in the sea of consciousness and landed on the spiritual fetus.
In just a few days, the spirit fetus in the center of Mu Qing's sea of consciousness became more and more stable, with clear outlines. Every time the heart of the spirit fetus at the heart beats, the green light and blue color will flow along the lines of the whole body and then return to the heart aperture, with a charming charm. Very, like a miniature version of Mu Qing.
The third-level realm is gathered into a spiritual body, and it can still have such charm. Mu Qing said it himself, if he is not regarded as a fool, it is very likely that he will become famous in the world of monks and be envied and jealous by others.
Fortunately, apart from himself, the only one who knows about this is Ling Qingzhu. And Ling Qingzhu has seen too many geniuses. Compared with Mu Qing's innate body of wood origin, the matter of spiritual fetus is relatively not worth mentioning.
Mu Qing's feeling at this time was very strange. Spiritual consciousness is the combination of his own consciousness and Qi when he perceives the natural world. Now that there has been a quantitative change, relying on the heart of the spiritual embryo to gather the spiritual embryo, Mu Qing actually feels like he is conscious. With two selves in mind, I have a wonderful experience of observing myself and observing myself.
He recalled the difference between when his spiritual consciousness first took form and now. The past thoughts flashed through his mind, and he actually withdrew the spiritual consciousness that had been released, and focused all his thoughts that were sinking into the sea of consciousness on the location of the divine palace of the spiritual fetus.
A strange thing happened. He was curled up slightly in the center of the sea of consciousness, like a spiritual fetus in his mother's womb. Now he changed his posture, which was exactly the same as Mu Qing's posture when he was meditating in the outside world.
Mu Qing was obviously sitting quietly with his eyes closed, but now he felt that his sight passed through the gaps in the leaves and floated up into the night sky.
The leaves are still rustling in the field of vision, and the moonlight shines down. After falling on the leaves, silver and green are intertwined. The leaves are as new as jade. The lines and ravines on them are like the carvings of jade masters. They are fresh and vivid, as if someone is there. More and more jade leaves were carved in front of Mu Qing's eyes.
Mu Qing's meditating position slowly coincided with the position of the spiritual fetus in the sea of consciousness. His spiritual consciousness involuntarily expanded around him. In reality, the moonlight seemed to shine into the sea of consciousness, illuminating a similar image in his sea of consciousness. The outside world is exactly the same.
Every time the heart of the spiritual fetus with the flowing green light beats, every flower, plant, and tree around him, and even the stings in the soil, come alive in Mu Qing's sea of consciousness, and have a wonderful connection with his spiritual consciousness. Interaction.
The shapes of these flowers, plants and trees are also shrunken, but they are all green. In addition, Mu Qing can also see the small dots of shimmering light among the flowers, plants and trees in the sea of consciousness. The more vivid the life is. The object has more shimmering dots in its body.
At this moment, Mu Qing suddenly felt like he was drinking fine wine. The world of nature seemed to be telling him their respective moods. For example, the lodging weed next to his knees had a light spot swaying slightly in its body, which was expressing his feelings for Mu Qing. Qing suppressed her dissatisfaction.
All this was so interesting. Mu Qing, who didn't know that he had entered a state of psychic enlightenment after sitting in meditation, was excited to try how much reality his sea of consciousness could encompass.
As soon as the mind moves, spiritual consciousness spreads faster and faster.
Beyond the treetops, the crackling and burning bonfire was approaching. In the night, the orange-red fire kept jumping, faintly reflecting the faces of the people around it.
Mu Qing felt that he was face to face with these people. Their tiredness when adding firewood, their good intentions after drinking, and various expressions were all reflected at this moment.
After a while, a gorgeous and tall carriage appeared in the sea of consciousness. Fortunately, he maintained a natural caution about this place. Before a sharp spiritual consciousness stabbed like a poisonous snake unsheathed, his spiritual consciousness Consciousness has receded like the tide.
Mu Qing opened his eyes from sitting cross-legged in meditation. At this time, his vision was clear and clear. In his field of vision, the surrounding flowers, plants and trees slowly returned to their original appearance.
He tilted his head and squinted down, and actually found a fallen weed under his knees, which he couldn't help but find interesting.
If this state can be re-entered, wouldn't it be much more convenient to return to Tiannan Marsh Forest to find any spiritual herbs and poisonous insects? This really provides great help for practicing the "Ten Thousand Poisons Manual".
Mu Qing felt happy and couldn't help but reach into his chest and took out two books with extremely simple styles.
Liu Weirui's so-called "more people are more interesting" was her concern for Mu Qing's loneliness. But the reason why Mu Qing agreed to go with people like Sun Ren was actually because he planned to take his time along the way. I have time to practice the "Ten Thousand Poisons Manual" and "Lihuo Sword Technique", even if those people don't dare to peek at me at will.
Unexpectedly, there were still big changes. After testing each other in the carriage during the day, Mu Qing spent most of his time and energy on the mother and daughter.
The formation of the spiritual fetus greatly helped him to perceive the subtle changes in the spiritual energy around him. In the past, some things that he could only see through the fog were now slowly and clearly displayed before his eyes.
Mu Qing was already a little more certain in her heart. Whether Mrs. Wang had guessed her identity or she was from the Hidden Valley herself, Mrs. Wang was definitely not an ordinary person. She was most likely on the same level as Butcher Hu. , otherwise it would not give him a faint feeling of fatal danger.
The worst possibility is that she is the initiator of the assassination conspiracy. Mu Qing has this worst plan in his mind, but he has no intention of continuing to hide it, and plans to practice diligently and practice swordsmanship.
Sword cultivator and poison cultivator are no longer the things Mu Qing is confused about now. When the spiritual fetus was first formed, Ling Qingzhu gave him some very helpful advice. The other party once warned him that his talent was very high, and although there were several high-level Taoism hidden in him, they were all muddy. clear. In his words, he has been helped to sort out the direction of his future practice. He must not abandon the basics and focus on the last, but should distinguish the priorities.
For a long time to come, Mu Qing planned to walk around the world as a sword cultivator, and his innate Muyuan body and the methods he cultivated from the "Ten Thousand Poisons Manual" would be used as his winning hand. .
This fighting method has actually been proven several times in the battles between Geng Jian and Yue Jiu. Now that he has the Lihuo Sword Art, his identity as a sword cultivator is more like that.
The pages of the book creaked slightly. After Mu Qing opened the "Li Huo Sword Technique", he jumped directly to the page introducing the sword move "Li Huo Po Ling".
Ye Yun used this sword move the most. Mu Qing happened to be familiar with the Qi path of this move, so he planned to learn this move first.
The paper should be made of some kind of animal skin mixed with book pulp. On the slightly yellowed pages, there are the qi routes that Mu Qing is already familiar with, as well as the sword-holding movements that better suit the sword's intention when he first learned the sword, and the words Representing each other with the drawings, the simple lines of the human body still vaguely retain the meaning of the sword after being put down on the paper.
Mu Qing looked carefully and moved his eyes downward. Under the light of the silver moonlight, he saw that there were many densely packed small handwritings at the footer.
These handwritings are beautiful and small, recording the experience and insights when practicing this technique. Occasionally, when the mind comes to mind, it will become more and more lively and graceful. It should be a woman's work.
The moonlight seemed to be attracted and fell on these writings that gradually came to life. Mu Qingxu squinted his eyes. After his intertwined eyelashes were also dyed with the moonlight, his eyes seemed to have the ability to travel through time and space. He vaguely saw that under the moon, with his back against the big tree, he was writing "Sword Practice" knowingly. The girl who realized it.
The moonlight is still there tonight. Did you see that girl who practiced swordsmanship back then?
It took a lot of determination for Mu Qing to break away from the deep guilt and confusion. His confidence in learning the Lihuo Sword Technique was unprecedentedly high. He picked up Sun Ren's ordinary long sword and started practicing it under the moonlight. The sword comes.
In the luxurious and tall carriage, incense was burning, Wang Xiuwei spread out a thin cicada quilt, "Mom, you can sleep now."
Wang Yeqing's slightly frowned brows could not relax. Just now, someone else's spiritual consciousness was clearly approaching. When her spiritual consciousness was biting out like a charged poisonous snake, the spiritual consciousness disappeared without a trace. She could no longer capture the retreating track of neglect.
"Is Mu Qing outside?" Wang Yeqing asked.
Wang Xiuwei approached the front curtain of the vehicle frame, opened a gap and looked towards the campfire. His eyes wandered carefully for a moment, then he shook his head and said, "I didn't see him. I remember he walked to the woods nearby earlier."
Wang Yeqing gave a soft "hmm", and the suspicion on his face became stronger. Wang Xiuwei recalled the scene that had just happened and the cold aura of the person in front of him suddenly exuded, and became nervous, "Mom, what happened?" ?"
Wang Yeqing sighed, "This Mu Qing is hiding deep and is a bit dangerous."
Although his strength is here, Wang Yeqing is actually like Butcher Hu. He has been under surveillance and excluded from power for many years, and has long been a marginalized figure in Hidden Valley.
Many information and trends in Hidden Valley would not be conveyed to her, and she did not want to bother to understand them. Therefore, except for the fact that the cook came to Jinguan City, she had some initiative, but she had never heard of or understood other things, such as Mu Qing, who had now become a rising star of the Hidden Valley Assassin.
When they first met yesterday, Wang Yeqing only regarded him as a guest of the Lin family in Xishan. But after her more advantageous test during the day, she faintly smelled a familiar scent on him.
Tianbang Zhuyeqing, who is famous for his stealth attacks, has developed an instinctive intuition about smells. Although Muqing thinks that he hides it very well, she still noticed the stiffness and cautiousness of the other party's body after mentioning Qingyun Street. , and then emitted the damp and decaying smell of the Tiannan Marsh Forest, as well as the cold bloody smell of the blade. It made no sense, and she judged that Mu Qing was the only one of her kind.
So now, in her increasingly vigilant mind, she gradually came up with the worst plan: This Mu Qing might be a secret-level killer in the Zhanglu lineage. The two seemingly coincidental encounters were actually... In the muddy waters, there is a conspiracy against her.
