Li Daoxuan handed the Niwan to the master.
Zhang Qianyang did some research on Alchemy. After careful inspection, he found that he... couldn't understand it at all.
No matter how you look at it, it's all a pile of smelly mud.
He couldn't help but think to himself, if only the old monk had not left, he might be able to discern the secrets of this Buddhist thing.
"The Dragon-Subduing Arhat is the head of the five hundred Arhats. He has already become an immortal body made of Buddha's bones. The mud on his body must be treasures from heaven and earth. These odors are just superficial."
Zhang Qianyang said while covering his nose.
Then he delivered the Luohan Niwan to Xu Qingxuan's mouth, with a hint of expectation in his eyes.
Xu Qingxuan lay there quietly, his face pale and white-haired, and he looked unchanged.
"It doesn't work?"
Zhang Qianyang felt a little disappointed.
"No, Master, Xu Jianxian seems to be breathing!"
Li Daoxuan shouted excitedly, and saw Xu Qingxuan's beard fluttering slightly, and his breath was vague.
Gradually, Xu Qingxuan's breathing became steady and strong, and his face became more and more rosy.
He frowned and seemed to be in extreme pain.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes, sat up, vomited out a lot of black filth, and shouted, "It stinks to death!"
Li Daoxuan and his master looked at each other, both overjoyed.
After Xu Qingxuan vomited out the filth, his injuries began to recover quickly, the wrinkles on his skin disappeared, and even the sword wound that pierced his heart slowly disappeared.
What's even more amazing is that his white hair has gradually turned black, and his energy and energy have suddenly improved a lot, as if he is dozens of years younger, and he is completely different from before.
Xu Qingxuan's eyes were still a little dazed, and he murmured: "Am I not already...dead?"
Zhang Qianyang laughed loudly and said: "Crazy Sword, you have to thank my apprentice. If he hadn't fed you the magic elixir, you would really be dead!"
A panacea?
Xu Qingxuan felt the stench in his mouth. What kind of pill could be so smelly?
He shook his head and asked quickly: "Where is that evil dragon? Has it entered the Ganjiang River?"
Thinking of this, a hint of sword intent flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand, and Qingli, his natal flying sword, appeared in his hand. The sword aura soared into the sky.
"I'm going to kill it!"
Zhang Qianyang quickly grabbed him and said: "The dragon is dead. It was killed by my disciple. If you look closely, the body is sinking at the bottom of the Xihe River!"
Xu Qingxuan looked at Li Daoxuan in disbelief. He had killed the dragon that he had failed to defeat despite breaking through the Yangshen realm?
Li Daoxuan smiled sheepishly and said, "Lucky, lucky."
…
A moment later.
Zhang Qianyang told him all the causes and consequences. Xu Qingxuan was silent for a long time, and then bowed deeply to Li Daoxuan.
"Xu Jianxian, what are you—"
"Friend Daoist Li killed the evil dragon and saved Pindao. This great kindness will be unforgettable by Pindao. If there is an order in the future, I will draw my sword to help him even if he is thousands of miles away!"
When he said these words, an astonishing sword energy flowed from his body. He would rather break than bend, sharp and sharp, majestic and masculine!
This is a sword cultivator's promise.
His voice is also more confident, with a surge of pride, which is the confidence brought by entering the realm of Yangshen.
Clang!
Sensed by his sword intention, the Wanren Divine Sword cheered and flew out of Li Daoxuan's hand and came to him.
Obviously, Wanren Shenjian recognized him, not because of his Celestial Master bloodline, but because he was Xu Qingxuan.
Xu Qingxuan held the Wanren Divine Sword, and the star cloud patterns on the sword bloomed with bright light, echoing the stars in the sky.
A brilliant sword intent shot straight into the sky, reaching the sun, all the demon kings from all directions retreated, and all the gods and Buddhas in the nine heavens were shocked.
"It is better to take what is straight than to seek what is wrong. Kill all the injustices and ignore the kings and princes!"
Xu Qingxuan held the Wanren Divine Sword and said to Li Daoxuan: "My little friend, please be optimistic. This is the sword intention that I realized after entering the Yangshen Realm. Let's call it... unfair."
The intention of the sword is not fair, but it is better to break than to bend, and to kill monsters for the people, even if it means nine deaths, it will not regret it!
A stunning sword light slashed towards the sea of stars, seeming to split the sky in half. It was majestic and righteous, leaving a long-lasting sword mark in the starry sky.
Li Daoxuan looked at this sword and had an epiphany.
After receiving Lu Dongbin's sword intention inheritance, his talent in swordsmanship has greatly increased. At this moment, just by looking at the unfair sword intention, he realized many mysteries.
A ray of sword intent also appeared on his body. Although it was still a little immature, it already had some appearance and its edge was beginning to show.
There was a hint of surprise in Xu Qingxuan's eyes. He did not expect that Li Daoxuan would realize some of the mystery of Buping Sword Intent with just one glance.
This kind of swordsmanship talent...
He glared at Zhang Qianyang and said with some envy: "He is such a born swordsman, why did he join your Longhu Mountain?"
Zhang Qianyang smiled proudly and said: "Haha, it's useless to be envious. Who calls him my disciple? Besides, we at Longhu Mountain also have magical swordsmanship, which is not weaker than your Wanshou Palace!"
When Li Daoxuan came to his senses, he realized that he had been standing for an hour.
He sighed: "I have sharpened my sword for ten years, but I have never tried the frost blade. Today I show you to you, who can do anything unfair? What an unfair sword!"
Zhang Qianyang smiled and said: "This guy's sword has been sharpened for more than ten years."
Xu Qingxuan savored the poem, clapped his hands and praised: "What a poem, what a good example to show you today, who can have any injustice!"
He looked at his reflection in the river, with black hair and dark eyebrows, looking completely different from before.
"The dragon is dead, I don't plan to stay in the Longevity Palace anymore."
Zhang Qianyang was stunned and asked: "Where do you plan to go?"
Xu Qingxuan raised his head, his eyes like an unsheathed sword.
"Now that I have entered Yangshen, I want to change my name to Taoist Buping and travel the world again. Those demons that I couldn't kill back then have kept them waiting for a long time."
Zhang Qianyang laughed and scolded: "You sword madman, you just stepped into the Yangshen, and you are going to fight for your life again? Those demons are really pitiful. One sword madman died, and another unfair Taoist came."
Xu Qingxuan laughed loudly and said: "Of course, in addition to killing monsters, I will also search all over the world to choose a good disciple and teach him swordsmanship. Zhang Qianyang, do you dare to make another bet with me?"
"What bet?"
"It takes ten years to sharpen a sword, and then it lasts for ten years. After ten years, we will return to Longyou County and let our apprentices compete with each other."
After a pause, Xu Qingxuan emphasized: "Of course, both sides can only use swordsmanship and magical powers. Li Xiaoyou's messy magical powers cannot be used."
If this was not added, Xu Qingxuan would not make a bet with Zhang Qianyang even if he died.
Zhang Qianyang smiled and said: "Just bet on this Ten Thousand Ren Divine Sword. If you lose, give this sword to my apprentice."
He glanced at his apprentice, and he had already seen his love and reluctance for the Ten Thousand Ren Divine Sword.
Xu Qingxuan smiled and said: "Well, you old guy, it turns out that you have been thinking about the divine sword in my Wanshou Palace for a long time. It doesn't matter. If I lose, I will give the divine sword to Li Xiaoyou. If you lose, you will give the Taiyi Tiangang." How about leaving the sword art behind?"
Zhang Qianyang sneered: "Afraid of you? I'm betting!"
The two reached out and clapped their hands to make a ten-year agreement, then looked at each other and laughed.
Xu Qingxuan threw a token to Li Daoxuan and said: "Little friend Li, if you are in danger in the future, crush this token and I will come to help you."
After saying that, he waved his hand and turned into a sword light, floating away under the moon, his last words echoing in the air.
"Kill all those who are unjust, and then become a man of peace. Two fellow Taoists, Taoist Taoist Wu Ping takes his leave. See you in Xihe in ten years!"
Zhang Qianyang looked at his old friend's back with emotion and was happy for him from the bottom of his heart.
After being resurrected from the dead, his old friend was almost reborn. Zhang Qianyang believed that sooner or later, the name Taoist Buping would be heard throughout Kyushu, allowing demons and demons all over the world to experience the edge of sword cultivation!
…
At night.
Li Daoxuan and Master meditated separately.
Too many things happened tonight, which made him a little overwhelmed. Now he can finally breathe a sigh of relief and take a look at the rewards from the Demon-Spelling Book.
What he cares most about is the reward for killing the dragon.
"In January of the second year of Zhenguan, I killed the alien dragon at the mouth of Xihe River and received the reward - [Green Dragon Enters the Fate]!"
I will add another chapter for the storyteller in white clothes. I promised him in the group before. I will add another chapter for him when I am no longer busy. I finally fulfilled my promise today~
(End of chapter)
