The shadow of the jade-gold copper ax flashed on Jian Renshou's blade and disappeared.
Qi Jingzhi never thought that he just recited a short poem he heard from Deng Fuqing, which actually aroused Zheng Xian's mood, so that the Langya Lord not only gave him a secret to save the world, but also The first poem even sent a great blessing to Jian Renshou.
The authority of the day that Anfeng Hou had worked hard to plan was so easily given to this long sword by Langya Lord.
I saw Langya Lord Zheng Xian raise his fan, and a multicolored golden flame flew up from the golden cauldron, covering Jian Renshou.
The long sword, which was completely dark green and had golden scales on its spine, trembled violently, and suddenly turned into a multicolored jade-gold flying lightning that soared into the sky, submerged into the clouds, and disappeared suddenly.
The three young men on the ground searched for a long time with their eyes wide open, but could not see any trace.
"Chong then Lingtian, burrowed into Wujian, and Zheng sent it into Wuji to guide the spirit!"
Zheng Xian explained something, looked at Qi Jingzhi's right arm, and said with some meaning: "Actually, this method has the same goal as the method of sacrifice. There is no difference between them. Moreover, they both require luck and are time-consuming. It's just that Now that Jian Renshou has a little bit of power in the sun, he can go directly to the Wuji Wilderness to attract him, and he will naturally attract suitable weapon spirits to invest, which will get twice the result with half the effort."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the roar of a knife in the sky, and the wind blew the clouds and washed away the sky.
Immediately, more golden flames filled the sky, shining brightly in the sky, and the long sword fried human life reappeared in the sky, circling and flying like living creatures.
Immediately afterwards, the five-colored golden flame used by Lord Langya to refine the weapon was quietly extinguished, and a shadow appeared on the blade of Jian Renshou.
It was a strange small tree. The tree body was red and brilliant like Danxia. Ten red branches stretched out in all directions. The leaves on the branches were lush and green. It was shaped like a yue and glowed with a mysterious light of green gold.
Qi Jingzhi raised his head and looked. The red and green gold brilliance reflected in a pair of clear eyes, making them look brilliant.
He was shocked in his heart, and only one thought was left: "I only heard about Taoist fire refining weapons from the mouths of Jiao Yulang and Mu Yingxian, but today I finally saw it with my own eyes!"
"How wonderful! This tree has ten branches, with green leaves and red flowers. It is clearly a seedling like a tree!"
Lord Langya put his hands on his hands and smiled, praising: "Although your aura is still weak, your talent is quite impressive. As long as you cultivate it well, you will achieve great results!"
Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi couldn't help but look away from the sky and turned to look at Zheng Xian: "Ruomu? There is Ruomu in the east of the sky. Is there a Ruomu holding a candle dragon underneath?"
"Exactly! Ruomu is a genus of mulberry wood. It is the legendary tree that lives in the sun. It is said that "at the end of the tenth day, its flowers will shine on the ground." Therefore, there are actually three places for Ruomu. One of them is born in the valley where the sun rises in the east of the sky, also known as the Fumu. The second one is born on the bank of Ruoshui in the South China Sea, and the third one is born in the abyss of the setting sun in the west. "
Hearing this, Qi Jingzhi became more and more surprised. How long had passed, Jian Renshou could actually summon weapon spirits from such a distant place? How mysterious is this infinite wilderness?
He hesitated for a moment, then asked: "Senior, I've heard that in order to refine a spiritual weapon, you need to go to the spiritual platform in the third realm to attract lost spirits. Could it be that this spiritual weapon comes from the Wuji Wilderness?"
When Qi Jingzhi asked this question, he was thinking of Ding Lingwei.
Hearing this, Zheng Xian immediately nodded gently: "Going on stage to summon spirits is like sitting on the roof of your home and waiting for rabbits. Going into the wild to summon spirits is like actively going into the mountains to hunt. The two are just different in difficulty, but they are fundamentally the same."
He paused for a moment, as if hesitating, but still said softly: "Ding Lingwei's Zhijie Crane should also be able to use this method to summon spirits. Xianyu Mountain must have tried it, but this kind of thing sometimes requires a bit of luck."
Without waiting for Qi Jingzhi's response, the Langya Lord turned his attention to Jian Renshou again, and sighed with emotion: "I am not with you at this time, and time is like running like a horse, there is no return, and it is rare and easy to lose! From now on, this sword will be able to follow the destiny. At the right time, take away your longevity!"
He paused, and then changed the subject: "But this little Taoist is really not worth mentioning. The first and most important thing in heroic careers throughout the ages is immortality! Monks long for immortality and compete with God for their fate. Only with immortality can they have a chance to catch a glimpse. Great road!"
"As the saying goes, break the wood to let the sun shine, and chat with the sheep!"
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The Langya Lord suddenly turned to look at the young man, his eyes were blazing, and he asked word by word: "Qi Jingzhi, do you dare to hold this sword like wood, chop off the dragon's feet, chew the dragon's meat, and climb to the sea to suppress it?" The water flowing eastward comes to Yuquan and invites the day when it returns to the west?"
Hearing such shocking words, Qi Jingzhi briefly savored the grand realm contained in it, and suddenly felt his scalp numb, his hair all tangled, and his chest was filled with a surge of pride, which made him almost unable to control himself.
However, at the same time, he was also very clear in his heart that the other party suddenly looked at him differently, all because of Ding Lingwei's face. Once he took the sword, he would have a huge karma with this Langya Lord.
It has been nearly 500 years since Ding Lingwei lost his way in the Wuji Wilderness. Even if he returns, he does not know the year of the monkey, the month of the horse, or the moon. This requires someone to wait for him, and even use the dead crane left on Xianyu Mountain as a guide to help him from time to time. To recruit spirits, if you want to do these two things well, Xianyu Mountain disciples who are from the same lineage as Ding Lingwei are undoubtedly the most suitable. Chinese website
However, although Ding Lingwei had obtained the true biography of the previous generation Xuandu Temple Master, his thoughts were never on Xianyu Mountain. Now that he has been away from tea for nearly five hundred years, there may not be anyone on the mountain who cares about him, let alone working hard for it.
So today, by chance, Zheng Xian set his sights on Qi Jingzhi.
Perhaps refining a spiritual weapon with Dao fire and spiritual materials is just a trivial matter for this Langya Lord, but it cannot hide the fact that the long sword in the sky has been completely transformed. If a truly priceless treasure falls into the hands of a young man whose cultivation level is no more than the second level and who has no sect to rely on, it is not an exaggeration to say that a common man is not guilty but he is guilty of having a jade.
So, Qi Jingzhi took a deep breath and then shook his head resolutely: "Senior Haojiao learned that this junior was born in the mountains. It was just by chance that I got the fragment of the "Immortal Feather Sutra", and by chance, I cultivated my heart and soul. I don’t know where the gate of Xianyu Mountain is. It’s a generous gift from my seniors, and Qi Jing is too ashamed to accept it!”
Zheng Xian looked slightly startled, and couldn't help but take a deep look at the young man, and then smiled in surprise: "I thought you were too thoughtful, but I didn't expect that you are actually a rare honest person!"
His tone was full of disdain: "If Master Xuandu doesn't nod, do you think you can cultivate your heart and bones with the "Immortal Feather Sutra"?"
Qi Jingzhi was speechless when he heard this. He had already heard this statement once from Deng Fuqing, and the Cui family of Yecheng had a similar statement. Now that he heard it from the Langya Lord again, he finally believed most of it.
Just listen to Zheng Xian continue to say: "Since you have cultivated your heart and soul, your name must have been recorded on the Fanghe Monument. You are undoubtedly the true successor of Xianyu Mountain. With your talent and advancement, it will be a matter of time before you are accepted into the mountain gate."
As he said that, he raised his fan and pointed to the sky: "Zheng asked again, do you dare to take this knife..."
"Putting a crane on the monument? Recording names? Is it something like a memorial monument at Fuya Temple?"
Thoughts were surging in Qi Jingzhi's heart, but he nodded without hesitation: "Of course I dare to take it! Thanks to the generous gift from my seniors, if Qi Jingzhi can truly worship in Xianyu Mountain in the future, he will naturally take good care of the remains of the master in the sect. As for the In the wilderness of Wuji, the juniors have little knowledge and don’t know what’s going on, but if given the chance, they will definitely not sit idly by!”
The young man didn't offer everything, but Zheng Xian looked extremely satisfied after hearing this, with a smile on his face.
He raised his hand and struck at Jian Renshou, and the long knife that was flying across the sky, roaring like a lion and a tiger in the air, immediately flew down and floated in front of the Langya Lord.
He took a look, nodded gently and said, "With this Ruomu sword spirit, this sword has nothing to do with Yue Mu's lineage anymore!"
"As the saying goes, absorb the beauty of clear clouds and drink the beauty of dew like trees! You happen to be still at the level of Xinxia Shiqi, so you might as well give it a try in the future."
Qi Jing was stunned, but he firmly remembered the other party's reminder: "If it really has such a magical effect, it will definitely be much stronger than the aura of pines, cypresses and armored wood."
Seeing that the young man had some enlightenment, Zheng Xian smiled and said: "Ruomu is a sacred tree, and has long since disappeared in the world. Only the tree spirit remains in the Wuji Wilderness. If it weren't for the trace of Sunrise authority and Zheng's Dao Fire, Even if it is just a seedling that may never grow up, it will not be attracted at all, let alone succumb to the hands of mediocrity!"
"If you alone want to conquer this sword, you don't have to rely on sacrificial methods, especially methods such as Hidden Edge Technique.
No need to think about it. There are two paths for you to choose at this moment. One path is for Zheng to temporarily seal the sword spirit, and gradually unseal it as your cultivation becomes more advanced, until the Tao Fire is ignited, and then the sword is sacrificed and refined again, and then you can truly control it freely. "
"Is there another way... If you step forward and hold the handle of the sword at this moment, whether you convince it with force, lure it with benefits, or feel it with sincerity, as long as you get the approval of the sword spirit, you can immediately use this spiritual weapon He took the sword for his own use."
After saying that, Langya Lord Zheng Xian closed his mouth and looked at the young man in front of him with a smile, with a hint of exam in his eyes.
Qi Jingzhi nodded silently, then walked slowly around the golden tripod and stood in front of Jian Renshou.
He looked at the Changdaojian Renshou and Ruomu Daoling who were close to Chi Chi, and thought to himself: "Can't we use the Hidden Edge method? Yes, Qi Huchan had a shallow spirituality and a formless body when he was first born, so he could be easily named by me. Well, now the sword spirit of Jian Renshou is a mature Ruomu seedling, so naturally he will not be easily manipulated by me, and it is too weird to recognize a tree as a brother."
"Of course the first way is the safest, but if I had chosen this trick, how could I be worthy of the fried life today? Let alone chop off the dragon's feet, chew the dragon's meat, climb the sea and the Mekong, and suppress the eastward water. It’s time for Yu Quan to return to the west!”
"As for the second article, convince it with force, induce it with benefits, and feel it with sincerity..."
Qi Jingzhi's eyes swept over the green-gold leaves of the Ruomu Blade Spirit that were shaped like copper axes, and his heart moved again: "It seems that this Blade Spirit is somewhat similar to the Heart and Bone, and can be changed... Green leaves and red flowers. What..."
Seeing the young man lost in thought, Langya Lord Zheng Xian suddenly clapped his hands: "Next, it's time to deal with the three culprits of this incident!"
After that, he raised his fan and Ding Chengyuan woke up leisurely.
The Anfeng Hou suddenly opened his eyes. Because he had no injuries on his body, he looked as energetic as before.
When he realized that he was trapped, his expression suddenly changed and he quickly tried to free himself, but of course he was unable to break the shackles of Jin Zao.
After trying twice more, Ding Chengyuan finally gave up, and his expression calmed down. He looked around through the almost transparent date skin, and immediately stared at Zheng Xian.
He and Langya Jun had a pair of eyes that seemed to hide the blue sea and abyss. They held on for a few breaths and then decisively moved their eyes away, then fell to the white feather fan in the other's hand, and then to the statue on the ground that looked extraordinary at first sight. The golden tripod.
"White Luanwei? Golden Kitchen God Cauldron?"
As if he had finally confirmed something, Anfeng Hou Ding Chengyuan's expression changed again, and he spoke in a solemn voice: "Holding the white luan tail, sweeping the clouds in the southern mountains at night. Deer drink in the cold stream, fish return to the clear seashore. But is it in front of Mr. Langya?"
"Oh? Have you heard of me?"
Zheng Xian asked with a smile. Although it was a question, his tone was quite affirmative.
Ding Chengyuan nodded immediately, his expression became visibly relaxed, and his alertness was greatly reduced: "I saw a trace of a god in the fairy mountain of Xiantai, and the fairy furnace reflected the blue sky. I also heard that there was a ruthless crane in the sea, but it was a thousand-year-old man from Penglai!"
This Marquis Anfeng seemed to be very aware of Langya Lord's preferences, and he even opened his mouth to recite a flattering poem, and even deliberately included the words "Crane".
He paused briefly and carefully observed the changes in Langya Lord's expression before continuing: "As a descendant of the Ding family, Chengyuan has heard about Lord Langya's deeds since he was a child, and even heard about the spirit of his great-uncle. Mr. Xu and your Majesty are close friends. I have admired you for a long time, but it is a pity that I have always been side by side. How lucky I am to meet you today!"
Having said that, the Marquis Anfeng obviously wanted to carry out the junior ceremony, but his body was bound by golden dates and he could not move no matter what.
Upon seeing this, Lord Langya immediately waved his white luan tail, and the jujube skin melted rapidly, releasing Ding Chengyuan.
Zheng Xian looked at this descendant of Ding Lingwei, nodded and shook his head: "When Master Zheng was still alive, Tiantai Mountain was carried by the divine turtle and floated in the sea. Regardless of the age, it was naturally included in the Penglai Immortal Islands. among the list."
"Now that I am the leader of the Bihai Immortal Sect, I have sent Ao back and stationed Tiantai Mountain on the shore of Langya. From now on, there is no need to mention the title of Penglai Thousand-Year-Old Man!"
An Fenghou was stunned when he heard this, and there was a haze in his eyes.
He quickly fell to the ground, his eyebrows lowered and his eyes lowered.
, saluted respectfully, with a lot of joy in his tone: "Langya and Jiuzhen are only separated by a state, so Chengyuan can often go to Tiantai Mountain to listen to your teachings. I am really happy!"
Hearing this, Zheng Xian laughed and said, "It's time to teach you. As soon as Zheng came back, he heard that in the harem of the king, from the concubines to the palace people, they are vying to make hairpins out of the cold gold spitted out by the golden bird. Er ornaments, worn on the body no matter walking, sitting or lying down, to invite favors and flatter the king?"
"Well, why are you singing that palace song? Oh... If you don't accept Bihanjin, how can you win the king's heart? If you don't accept Bihanjin, how can you win the king's pity?"
Hearing this, Ding Chengyuan couldn't even straighten his waist: "Your Excellency, this cold-proofing gold..."
Mr. Langya, who had always been very talkative before, turned out to be a white luan tail, interrupting An Fenghou's explanation: "Zheng knows the origin of this golden bird and the cold gold much better than you do!"
"Back then, Zheng became a disciple of the Bihai Xian Sect and went on a long trip to the country with Shen'ao Tiantai. When passing through Ranzhou overseas, he saw a pair of birds soaring over the sea. He thought they were quite spiritual and brought them back. At that time Ding Lingwei happened to have a young brother, so he asked me for two golden birds and took them home to make a toy for his young brother... Well, his young brother must be your grandfather, right?"
"Haha, Zheng really didn't expect that hundreds of years later, the Ding family named Jiang would actually have an additional tribute called Bihan Gold!"
As he spoke, Zheng Xian's tone was obviously more filled with hatred.
"Those women in the palace use cold-proof gold to please the king. You, Huben clan and Anfenghou, use cold-proof gold to please the women. When the wind blows on this pillow, it will naturally be harmful to all directions, but you are really in a hurry. !」
