The moon has set in the west, the peach blossoms have ended after singing, the shadows of the trees are mottled, and the shadows of people are rustling.
The hills look like shadows. In the darkness, a huge plush tail stretches out and roars towards the east. There are mysterious and strange things. The air is cold and deep, and there are alleys and buildings.
The palace is decorated with a variety of colors, the golden eagles on black background are brilliant, calm and cold, walking on the west ridge of the river.
"Probably in these places, other places have prohibitions and prohibitions." Wu Ding led Zhongli Bi to wash.
As he spoke, a stone tablet was erected in the open space of Luntai.
The rubbing is far away, so it looks blurry, a little dazzling, and a little dizzy.
"It contains heavenly principles. Don't look too closely. The person who made the rubbing is not very strong, but it is more than enough." Wu Ding said.
Watching him off the court, the explanation was over.
Everyone else has a Wu Ding beside them, who teaches them by words and deeds and introduces them to travel around.
The flowers and grass are tender and green, the small leaves and branches are spread out, and the sky is bright. There are several seats, and the people who sit there are young. He is not very old, and the area is ten miles away. There are many people in the venue, wearing various costumes and coming from all walks of life.
Sitting in meditation, warming and nourishing the sword energy, the thick and mysterious spirit of the whole body is surging, and the mysterious meaning is revealed.
"Look at the stone tablet and generate sword energy." The theorem suddenly appeared in everyone's mind.
In the vast whirlwind and mist, Zhongli Bi washed the immortal cultivator, his eyes were red and reflected.
"Is it sword energy? But it's with the ferry boat."
The two objects are similar, but the two substances merge with the energy of each person sitting, creating a sword energy.
Like apple seeds, the core of the seed is inscribed by Yuan Ming and Rong Yun.
Walking around, Zhongli Bi washes himself in the sky and the earth, holding his breath, and a few steps into the arena, roaring and jumping for joy.
"Stone tablet."
I was startled, my eyes branched into the air, and the air puffed out from the inscriptions on the stone tablet. With each stroke, the way of heaven became clear.
A depression in the chest, twenty steps, not using spiritual power, a mortal body.
The pain corrodes the brain, and you can experience a strong flow of air. If you don't pay attention, blood will flow to all the orifices, the ears, nose, and mouth will bleed, and you will feel dizzy.
Cross-legged, Zhongli Bi washes her hands and meditates. Her skirt is lifted up and her white trousers reveal nothing.
Five senses, enlightenment at birth, the first column of engraving.
"Drunk face and red face,~"
There is something unexpected in my heart, my swordsmanship, and my knowledge of attacking techniques are not mainstream, they are of ordinary quality.
The basic mental skills of ordinary people in the sect are not among the lowest ranks among the ranks; the Qingfeng Floating River Sword is also among the middle ranks among the ranks.
It is rare to see someone who is not a top-grade person and has been a member of a century-old family. They all have family treasures and secrets.
The realm of the ordinary level is a big difference, let alone the lower level of the ordinary level.
If the outside cultivators knew about it, they would rob it fiercely and never give up.
The inexplicable air mass is thick and spreading, making it difficult to breathe.
Zhongli Bi washed abide by the rules and used his own resistance. Although it was fine, the flesh and blood solidified over time and gradually grew even.
When there is not much skin and flesh, it becomes fuller and fuller, distinguishing the air mass, which is similar to the three points of sword energy.
Pearl took action, palms clasped together.
Sit down quietly, with the energy of peaceful sleep condensing, and the emptiness peeling off all the strands.
Clear the mind.
The pearl in the palm of your hand is as cold as frost, like absorbing the inner elixir.
Zhongli Bi washes his head, the three-edged sword slowly swings, and the sword energy is increased by three points, and the gap is already five points.
Pearls come back again, look back at ten, finally.
The sword energy takes shape, bit by bit, gathering in the hand.
"This is all the sword energy." It took half a stick of incense to wash out Zhongli Bi.
Suddenly frustrated and courageous.
However, pearls are strangely ineffective.
I tried two and stopped earlier. Pearl enlightenment, young Amber said.
Enlightenment, Mr. Early Childhood will tell, introduces schoolchildren to new wonders and sees things from new perspectives that have never been seen before. The three thoughts of the tribe are formed as school children, and they learn to deal with things slowly, just like adults.
So, too many pearls are ineffective, and the reason is clear.
After putting it aside, Zhongli Bi stood up and looked forward. Thirty steps later, he felt the pain and started meditating again.
Turn your eyes towards the stone tablet and write the words into the sea of consciousness.
Following the model practice, one stroke of light painting, layers of ripples, and the appreciation method, the second line of words began to become clear.
Writing them down one by one, a hundred steps later, Zhongli Bi's sword energy was washed a few times, and it grew a little.
During the carving, all the words are on the side, and you close your eyes while silently reciting them.
The sky is round and the earth is round, the green mountains are far away, the lake is clear, and the hilt of the sword is in my hand.
The breeze blows gently, the shadow of the sword comes out, and there are abundant nectar, small green flies with four wings, light and fluttering, spinning in the air, flying gracefully.
The people in the venue dispersed slightly, and there were only a few people in the absence of a moon feast.
The three young men arrived, and plots of land appeared from time to time. "The air is good, but it's a pity for the hard-working people."
"Hey," one of them noticed the person sitting not far from the stone monument, "That's not it, it's not."
"Faster than we came here," the three whispered for a while and began to enter.
Usually I am just idle, but after a few times, the sword energy is pregnant quickly.
Among them, the young man with Lancai talent, Bo Nansheng, who has fat ears and a big face, is strong and strong, and his father is an official.
In the trial site, the stone tablets are engraved with mysterious words, which outline the human heart and stir up the common sense.
Those with weak minds are trapped in love, hate, obsession, gold inlaid with white jade, and wealth, which is so deep that they cannot pull out of it, and they are willing to sink in love.
Never come out of the illusory sea of consciousness.
"No, don't," after a nightmare, his house was ransacked and he was demoted to a servant. Bo Nansheng cried loudly, with tears streaming down his cheeks.
The two companions were making jokes for a long time, and their sword energy was half drawn.
"Rotten wood cannot be carved, so what if it's us? I've seen so many inscriptions on it, who can stay still." He was about to give up, similar to before.
"You guys," Bo Nansheng's sword energy has now taken shape, which is completely different.
As they are seniors, their relationship becomes more and more alienated.
The key point was that he no longer cared about everyone's hypocrisy. Bo Nansheng couldn't help but move forward.
After half a quarter of an hour, his sword energy increased greatly, and he and Zhongli Bixi competed for position together.
"You want it, and so do I?" Bo Nansheng asked.
Beauty is the first thing that captivates your mind, but it's so important that you can't let it go.
The inscriptions on the inscriptions are dignified, the air mass suppresses important places, the territory is enfeoffed and worshiped as marquis, and the strong swordsman is the leader, soaring over the clouds and hundreds of troops.
When you understand the art of swordsmanship, your distance will increase.
In the innermost part of the stele, at this point, Zhongli Bixi also said, "Sorry, I have to do it."
The moves are in opposition, the fists collide, and the sword energy is offset and exhausted.
The four of them were on the road at the same time, and the carriages and horses were galloping.
"You have so much sword energy?" Bo Nansheng's talent was far ahead.
There is no way to compete with the green talent. He completely dominates the leader and must win.
The facts are brutal.
Zhongli Bixi frowned slightly and said, "Give me more time! You'd better get out of the way, you might get unexpected gains."
If the foundation is unstable, sit more quietly and the sword energy will be strengthened. If the number is large, take it in battle.
Troubled as if at home, Bo Nansheng sneered, "Oh, I want you to take care of the nagging."
Zhongli Bi looked back, indifferently.
The sharp needle in the eye is cold in the sharpness, and the Dinghaishen needle cannot move it.
Seeing that Mount Tai can't move, Bonan has a stubborn temper and a problem that he can't change.
"I have one more trick. If you are indifferent, just accept your fate and get out of the way."
As he said that, with the tacit consent of the other party, Zhongli Bi, his face suddenly changed into an ugly look, and he smiled.
He is tall, with broad shoulders and large, five-clawed hands.
Look towards Zhongli Bixi.
"Dragon catching hand." The soft power is quite impressive.
Zhong Libi raised his hand, touched Bo Nansheng's head, and turned over.
"Hehe," Bo Nansheng smiled, looked straight ahead, and paused, "I'm turning around."
Like a lustful drunkard, blindfolded by strips of cloth.
Unable to bear it any longer, Zhong Lizi washed his hands and lifted his back, and cut three inches of the back of his head with a knife, causing the acupuncture points to collapse.
"Huh?" Bo Nansheng fell to the ground and fell asleep until dawn.
