When Chen Mo left the countryside to ride the wind and wield his sword, the many mountain peaks in front of him were already covered with a layer of brilliant golden-red haze. The usual voices of the monks gradually became blurred, and birds no longer came from the shady slopes behind the mountains. The cry seemed like everything had quieted down.
"Young time has passed, it seems I have to hurry up."
Chen Mo thought in his mind, the speed of the flying sword under his feet was even faster, and the lines of green light flowing beside the steep rocks passed rapidly, as if weaving a long, narrow and fragile net.
Every night in Fuyun Sect, the setting sun will set off towards a jungle with pines and cypresses. Under the silhouette of the setting sun, it will be cut into countless fragments composed of rainbow light, falling, melting, and penetrating into the darkness that can accommodate everything. inside.
The sparrows perched on the branches of the tree quickly flew away in panic. Chen Mo landed in front of the Kung Fu Pavilion. When the two disciples on duty saw the man wielding a sword, they immediately stepped forward to greet him nervously. Chen Mo waved them away gently. .
Chen Mo pushed open the door of the Kung Fu Pavilion. The first floor was still the same as before, with dense volumes of books piled at the door. The position of the bookshelf had not changed, but it had become slightly neater.
"Is Mr. Lu here?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of light footsteps from behind the screen, and in the blink of an eye, a person appeared in front of Chen Mo.
Back in the Qi refining stage, he had never looked carefully, but now there was no problem. The person coming was the one-armed old man he had met a few years ago.
"What's the matter?" The old man surnamed Lu said calmly, but his eyes were constantly looking at Chen Mo, as if his mind was thinking about whether he had met this person before.
Chen Mo said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for several years, but Mr. Lu is still so tough. My dear, Chen Mo, I once exchanged a copy of "Thousand Mysterious Escape Sword" with you. Does Mr. Lu still remember it?"
The old man surnamed Lu suddenly realized. After being reminded like this, he looked at Chen Mo's face and said with some surprise: "Ah! So it's you?! I didn't expect you to successfully build the foundation!"
Chen Mo said modestly: "It's just a fluke."
The two of them were polite in front of the door for a while. Before half a stick of incense had passed, they seemed like close friends who hadn't seen each other for a long time. The old man surnamed Lu patted Chen Mo's shoulder cordially and warmly invited him to sit down and chat in the pavilion.
When dealing with foundation-building monks of the same level, he would naturally not show the same condescending attitude as he did towards Qi-refining monks.
Not long after, the old man surnamed Lu had made tea. In the inner room of the Kung Fu Pavilion on the first floor, the aroma of the tea cup could not be suppressed. Chen Mo picked it up, knocked on the lid, and immediately put it down.
The old man surnamed Lu also put down his tea cup and said slowly and unhurriedly:
"Old man Lu Cang, since you have already established a foundation and are from the same sect, it is better to address yourself as a senior fellow apprentice. I will dispense with the title of Mr. Lu."
Chen Mo was not polite. Too much politeness is a sign of weakness. He took out a satin square box from his arms and pushed it from the table: "I'm really ashamed to bother Senior Brother Lu so late. It's such a small gift. Why don't you give me a favor?" Accept it."
Lu Cang accepted it with a smile: "I see that Junior Brother Chen's Qi has not stabilized yet. I must have established the foundation a few hours ago, right?"
Chen Mo said: "Senior Brother Lu has a keen eye. It's true. I was lucky enough to gain enlightenment this morning. I delayed it for a while during the day and didn't bother you until it was close to the end of the year. I hope Brother Lu can forgive me."
"That's serious." Lu Cang waved his hand and said: "Then Junior Brother Chen is here for the follow-up magic of "Thousand Xuan Escape Sword"?"
Chen Mo smiled and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Lu, for taking the trouble to search."
Lu Cang stood up, pondered for a while and said: "It's not difficult to find it, but it will be a little troublesome after you find it."
"How do you explain this?" Chen Mo asked.
Lu Cang said: "I originally recommended this book to you for my brother, and he is also well aware of its shortcomings. The Qi refining period is fine, but the Qianxuan Sword Formation in the Foundation Establishment Chapter requires eight, nine, and seventy controls at the same time. Using two flying swords to arrange a killing move is a big test for both spiritual power and spiritual consciousness..."
"Junior brother has strong spiritual power. I think he has a plan in this regard, but the gap in your spiritual consciousness cannot be filled. Even if you study the Qianxuan Sword Formation now, it won't be of much help to you at the moment."
Lu Cang continued: "In my opinion, if you want to unleash the true power of the sword formation, you have to wait until the middle stage of foundation building. Therefore, I would like to ask Junior Brother Chen to think twice before considering whether to consider the follow-up of "Qianxuan Escape Sword". Okay."
This was because Lu Cang was willing to make friends with Chen Mo because of his rapid cultivation and gifts. Otherwise, he would not be bothered to say such wasteful words to other monks.
Chen Mo nodded, he had thought of what Lu Cang said. Although the total amount of 70% of the Yin Spiritual Power in the body has decreased after the foundation was established, Chen Mo can still barely accept the exchange of excellent quality for quantity.
As for his spiritual consciousness, relying on heaven-defying things like the Three-Color Xuantian Lotus to increase his spiritual consciousness, he might not be unable to display a complete sword formation.
He couldn't make a decision immediately, which would make Lu Cang see the truth. He thought about it for a while, then said with a smile: "So, Senior Brother Lu already has a recommended method in his mind?"
Chen Mo knew that in the monthly schedule for the monks who guarded the Kung Fu Pavilion, in addition to a fixed amount of spiritual stones, they also shared the contribution points consumed by those who came. The higher the level of magic skills exchanged, the greater the reward for Lu Cang.
As for the monks in the Qi refining stage, they don't understand and are kept in the dark. Besides, they don't have much contribution points.
But the foundation building period is different. As the status increases, the information known in the sect gradually increases. How can it be so easy to be deceived?
Lu Cang understood what Chen Mo meant, and he did not argue. He chuckled and said, "The spells in the Foundation Establishment Stage are all on the third floor. If Junior Brother Chen is interested, just follow them and take a look."
At that moment, Lu Cang made a gesture of invitation. Chen Mo kept saying "Nao Nuo" and immediately followed up. The two of them went straight to the third floor of the Kung Fu Pavilion, one after the other.
After the corner of the stairs, the way was blocked by an old door. There was a vague smell of danger from above. Lu Cang turned to Chen Mo and said:
"Junior Brother Chen, did you bring your token with you on this trip?"
There was no expression on Chen Mo's face. He casually took out the token and handed it to Lu Cang, but the latter kept shaking his head and pushing it back.
Lu Cang said: "It's not this, it's the token of a monk in the foundation-building period. Hasn't junior brother gone to the sect to report it?"
How could Chen Mo tell him that he didn't light up the life soul lamp? At that moment, he pretended to be surprised and said:
"Oh? It's so troublesome. I originally planned to report it tomorrow. In that case, I'll come back another day."
After saying that, Chen Mo made a sign of excuse him and turned to go downstairs. Before he could take a step, he was stopped by Lu Cang again.
Lu Cang waved his hand and said with a smile: "Junior brother Chen, why are you like this? I am not a person who doesn't know how to adapt. I will leave it like this this time. But next time I come to choose the exercises, I must bring the token with me."
"That's natural..." Chen Mo kept echoing. Although there was nothing strange on his face, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. As expected, he didn't have the trust of the sect and it was difficult to do anything. Why not find someone by yourself in a few days? Idle, light up the life soul lamp?
While thinking about it, Lu Cang flicked the token on his waist, and with his left hand, the palm-sized object suddenly emitted a burst of dazzling silver light. The door opened with a bang, and there was a heart-stopping message on it. His breath also disappeared without a trace.
Lu Cang accepted the token and said: "Junior Brother Chen, I have one thing to explain to you. Do not run around after entering. The restrictions here are extraordinary. Once the mechanism is triggered, the consequences will be very serious."
Chen Mo naturally understood what this place meant. All the precious classics of the entire sect were here. He had no intention of getting into trouble and immediately nodded to show that he understood what Lu Cang said.
The space on the third floor was much smaller than the space below, and the smell of dry bamboo boards was lingering in the air. Before the two of them took a few steps, they stopped in front of a bookshelf, with more than forty bamboo slips placed on it. They were all covered with thick dust.
"Sword Reading Technique"!
Chen Mo took the bamboo slip from Lu Cang and took a look at it. This is a classic book on sword techniques. It talks about using clever spiritual power to urge flying swords, and practicing diligently, you can eventually achieve the state of unity between man and sword.
Lu Cang's choice was quite reasonable. It did not waste the foundation left by Qianxuan Dunjian, and could well connect the enemy moves in the foundation building period. In the battle of skills, it was twice the result with half the effort. This was the situation.
What attracted Chen Mo the most was that the classics also recorded a unique method of turning spiritual consciousness into a sharp sword to cut off the enemy's mind. If you use this to catch someone by surprise, you will definitely hit the enemy hard with one move!
Seeing that Chen Mo was fascinated, Lu Cang said, "How is it? After reading this book, do you still need the second chapter of "Thousand Mysterious Escape Sword"?"
"When I was young, I also considered cultivating the way of swordsmanship. However, I had only achieved a small degree of physical cultivation at that time. How could I change my path midway? It was just such a delay. Junior brother can continue on the path of swordsmanship, which is considered a good one. choose."
Chen Mo read ten lines at a glance, and after reading the general content of the method, he returned the "Sword Reading Technique" to Lu Cang and asked: "Senior Brother Lu, are there any other methods?"
There was no dissatisfaction on Lu Cang's face. He thought about it carefully and replied: "There are only a few sword techniques, but there are many magic techniques for other weapons, and there are also spells that do not rely on external objects, but their contribution is very important." It’s so expensive, do you still need to see it?”
"Then choose another sword art." Chen Mo said after thinking briefly.
The so-called specialization in the arts, Chen Mo is not the caretaker here, so naturally he will not know everything about this place. It is better to just listen to this senior brother Lu. After all, he has lived a long time and must have more experience in cultivation than him.
Furthermore, Chen Mo never liked to daydream. He never expected to be able to select a forgotten masterpiece in a remote corner of the library. Everyone had tried and it was not suitable. I just mastered it by accident.
This kind of experience can only exist in the beautiful fantasy of a monk's heart. If you really have a bad brain and go looking for it with this kind of mentality, it will be a great insult to your own intelligence.
"Then this is the only one..."
Lu Cang fumbled around on the shelf in the back row again and handed it to Chen Mo.
"Secret Code of Heavy Swords" is a swordsmanship book known for its power, which can be seen when choosing a flying sword. It requires a powerful sword to control it. The requirements for the user are even higher. In addition to having a strong body, they also need to learn a mental method to increase their strength. Otherwise, they will not be able to withstand the pressure of the sword that accumulates over time.
After the heavy sword is perfected, no one can stop it wherever it goes, and there is no place to stop it. The only thing to fear is the enemy who is too agile. Apart from that, by building a foundation with this sword technique, you can be unrivaled in the world.
"If you still don't like it, Junior Brother Chen, you can choose it on the bookshelf by yourself. However, in my opinion, if these books are not what you want, other methods... I'm afraid it will be a waste of time."
Lu Cang said leisurely from the side.
Chen Mo waved his hand and said, "No need to read it. Brother Lu, please help me take out the second chapter of "Thousand Xuan Escape Sword"."
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