The next journey to obtain scriptures was considered uneventful, and Tang San made a strict training plan for himself.
Practicing the Great Way of Power every morning, that is, without using any immortal energy to perform Soul Shattering, repeat the downward slashing action thousands of times.
Broken Soul is the new name he gave to the kitchen knife, because this knife has an absolute advantage in dealing damage to the soul.
As for the God-Transforming Divine Sword that Zhao Gongming took, he was directly rejected. Only a majestic and domineering name like Broken Soul is worthy of the seven-weapon kitchen knife.
There are no shortcuts to the cultivation of the Avenue of Power. There is only boring repetition of the same action, and constant hacking according to the method of exerting force taught by Wu Gang.
Not to mention, the more cuts he made, the more he could figure out some differences.
This simple and most basic one-style knife technique has different feelings from the force exertion to the force withdrawal, the control of the body muscles, the priority, and different directions and angles.
Without the use of immortal energy, it is indeed a hard job to just rely on your own strength to chop. The broken soul is already extremely heavy. Even if it has been refined by him, it is still shockingly heavy.
Even though he had already mastered his body, he was still sweating profusely and his whole body was limp after each practice.
After half a month, his whole body had become thicker. Looking at the swollen Qilin arms, Tang San secretly thought that it was a pity that his elegant and handsome image was completely ruined.
I wonder if the girls in the fairy world will like this kind of violent aesthetics?
After practicing the Great Way of Power, after having morning tea, we set off westward, climbing over mountains and crossing rivers, and rested at dusk.
At night, I took out the plain cloud flag from the swallowing sea shells and understood the golden principles. This was not too difficult.
On the one hand, it is because he has already mastered the principles of the earth system, and on the other hand, it is also because he has already experienced the rules of the Five Elements.
Moreover, as an innate spiritual treasure, the plain-colored Cloud Realm Flag has a very clear understanding of the metal attributes inside it.
Until late at night, after coaxing the Grinding Spirit to sleep, I stood up again and took out the ore with chaotic rules that the Queen Mother had brought from the Dark Ruins, and began to understand the weird properties in the Dark Ruins.
Aowu had been living with him since the beginning, but later he got used to it, and to his own surprise, he hadn't pushed her down yet.
It's just that Hanhan Aowu doesn't understand at all. He thinks that sleeping together is a Taoist couple, and he is already content.
Now he has mastered a kind of Tao, but he still has no clue about the chaotic rules in the Dark Ruins, and no rules from this world can be substituted into them.
Fortunately, he was mentally prepared for this, but he was not discouraged because Wan Jin also didn't realize anything.
I'm afraid I'm still missing some opportunities!
Occasionally, he would take time to go back to Yaochi or Tangquan Palace. Mei Niang was studying the classics of the sages every day. Every time he went back, there would always be a bunch of strange questions waiting for him.
To be honest, Mei Niang's knowledge could defeat ten of him now. She had all kinds of scriptures and allusions at her fingertips, but she couldn't hold back his vision and knowledge from later generations.
The development of anything is a gradual process, without exception!
Just like a stirrup, a simple iron ring, it already took shape during the Han Dynasty and did not become popular until the Sui and Tang Dynasties.
Since then, it has rewritten the way of fighting in human history and also rewritten the pattern of the world.
This step took hundreds of years!
Tang San's burial compiled various histories of later generations into stories and told them to Mei Niang, allowing her to think and judge for herself.
Occasionally, I would receive messages from Princess Long Ji, asking him why he didn't arrange an opportunity for her to perform meritorious service and gain reputation.
Tang San’s funeral, Miss, I haven’t been assigned a script recently. I can’t change the plot and act for you, right?
But this day, I received an unexpected message from Fairy Bixiao.
Since they met once in Yaochi, the two have not crossed paths. I wonder what this little witch wants to do?
After Tang Sanzong connected, a deafening sound came through his mind, almost scaring him so much that he fell off Aowu's back.
"Jiang Liu, you bastard, tell me, where are you now?"
"Hey, sister Bixiao, we are familiar with each other, you can't curse others casually!"
"Bah! Who is familiar with you? Please pay for the good reputation of our sisters!"
Tang San buried the second monk at a loss, "No, what's wrong with me?"
"What did you and your eldest brother talk about while drinking and you still ask me?"
Tang San's heart skipped a beat. What's wrong? Brother Gong Ming's affair happened?
He immediately smiled and said, "What can I say? It was Brother Gongming who brought me and the three fairies together, but the poor one... declined politely with a moral and upright tone."
"Okay? How dare you dislike our sisters?"
"No...then do you want me to agree or refuse?"
Tang San was worried to death, he had never seen anyone more rogue than himself.
Bixiao paused for a moment, "Humph! It should be us who reject you!"
"Ah, yes, yes, Sanxiao Fairy's daughter is unparalleled in beauty. I am the one who covets Fairy's daughter's beauty without knowing how high the heaven and earth are. You have rejected me. Is that okay?"
"No, please tell me where you are?"
"what are you up to?"
"You ask me to cut it with two golden dragon scissors before the anger can go away."
Are you thinking about shit?
Tang Sanzian rolled his eyes, "Even if Brother Gongming arranges for us to be Taoist companions, if it doesn't work, then it won't work. Is it really necessary?"
"you you……"
"I hate you, we are not done with this!" Bixiao was so angry that he cut off contact.
Tang Sanbian suddenly felt that something was wrong. Even if his brother Gongming tried to get them together while they were drinking, it wouldn't be necessary, right?
After thinking about it, I contacted Zhao Gongming again to ask what was going on?
"Brother Xian..." Zhao Gongming's tone was full of exhaustion.
"Brother Gongming, what happened to Fairy Bixiao?"
Zhao Gongming sighed and told the story again. Tang San was completely stunned.
"My dear brother, Sister Sanxiao is very angry right now. If she encounters you, just run away first and wait until her anger subsides."
"I……"
"Brother, have you caught Taibai Jinxing? I'll give him a good beating for my brother."
"This bastard has been hiding in Tushita Palace recently. It's hard for me to go in, huh! If he can, he shouldn't come out."
Tang Sanbian imagined the miserable state of Zhao Gongming and Yu Yuan, and trembled all over. Recently, they could not go to heaven even if they were killed.
"Brother Gongming, take care!"
No wonder Sanxiao was so angry. No one would jump at anyone he met. Tang Sanzong contacted Bixiao again, but Fairy Bixiao refused to answer the call very arrogantly.
I dialed again and hung up again, I don’t know how many times, but finally the call was answered.
"Do not you upset!"
"Ahaha, that Fairy Bixiao, I swear those words were not said by us, please don't be angry."
"Of course I know it wasn't you who said it, otherwise you would have been dead!"
Tang San's heart was numb, you did it on purpose, right?
"Then what do you want to do?"
"Let me cut it a few times!"
You are really a rumor collector. How can a poor monk still survive after being cut by a golden dragon?
Tang Sanbian shouted bad luck, thought for a while and said, "Fairy Bixiao is joking, how can the poor man survive under the golden dragon's shear?"
"How about I write a poem?"
The literary and artistic Bixiao paused after hearing this, and then said: "You do it first and then talk about it!"
Tang Sanbian thought for a while and then came up with a limerick, "Only fairies are allowed to make poses, and poor men are not allowed to say fancy words. If heaven hadn't banned pen and ink, I would have poured out all the tiger and wolf words with my pen."
"Bah! Not a good thing."
"Is your anger gone now?"
"Not yet, I can only cut you a few times to relieve your anger!"
Snapped……
Tang Sanbian hung up the phone directly, forget it, love him so and so, the old man doesn't want to serve him anymore.
