Pure Yang Wushen

Chapter 187 One knife, incense idea

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Su Qi year!

Following these three words, in the Qingyang Palace, many Taoist priests who were tense all over immediately relaxed involuntarily.

Even in front of the Qingyang Palace, the fat man couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief, he had to make a move, but losing face would not be honorable, and most importantly, it would damage his Qingyang Peak's reputation, but now that Su Qinian came back, he He had a lot of expectations. These days, he didn't just eat, and he learned a lot of news from the Jianghu through the Hu family's caravan.

The name of Wudang Little Immortal has been spread throughout Hubei Province.

The middle-aged deacon from Xianding Peak's eyes narrowed, and quickly turned cold, and said: "Why, you want to make a move too."

Su Qinian walked straight over without stopping, his eyes were calm, but what he said made the middle-aged deacon furious.

"Do your best to shoot, you only have one chance, and I only shoot once."

The young man Jinggu's eyes lit up when he heard the words, he fixed his eyes on Su Qinian's movements, not letting go of any details.

Only one knife?

The middle-aged deacon couldn't believe his ears. This young man's tone was almost limitless. Although he was a little less talented, he was also a master who had entered the realm of third-rate success, and he had even penetrated the eight meridians. Three, even if it is the ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Art", even if the [-] secret holes in the whole body are perfect, it can barely reach the third-rate small success, and there is still a big gap between him and himself. How dare he So rampant!

That's right, in the eyes of the middle-aged deacon who came down from Xianding Peak at the moment, Su Qinian is rampant, and can even be called arrogant and ignorant, that is, some of his brothers who are also in the Jing generation have already entered the realm of third-rate masters, He didn't dare to say that he could be defeated with one punch and one sword.

"Grandpa, is this the home of brother Qi Nian? It's so big and beautiful."

The little girl didn't want to pull the old man's sleeves, and after entering the palace gate, she looked east and west, and found everything very new. Finally, her gaze fell on Su Qinian's back, her big eyes blinked, her eyelashes fluttered. Chang, asked: "Grandpa, is brother Qi Nian going to fight again?"

The old man rubbed her little head and said with a light smile, "It's not a fight, it's because someone doesn't open his eyes. You beg Brother Nian to open his eyes."

The corners of his eyes were twitching, the middle-aged deacon had sharp eyes and ears, how could he not be able to hear the sarcasm in the old man's words, but since he is old and young, he is not easy to get angry, he will just lose his identity for nothing, the next moment, he will look at Su Qinian again The gaze becomes infinitely cold.

"Since you want to ask for trouble, then the deacon will help you!"

Clang!

In an instant, he drew his sword again, but compared to facing Fatty Qingye, he showed nearly [-]% of his energy. The reputation of Wudang Little Immortal has gradually spread to the foot of Wudang Mountain these days, let alone as the deacon of Xianding Peak, From time to time, he goes down the mountain to supervise many industrial fields, and the news is very well-informed. He knows that this Su Qinian has already conceived spiritual power. The true meaning independently arouses the invisible spirit in the human body, and its majesty and power are not far behind.

As soon as he made a move, the middle-aged deacon pushed his "Sword of Ding Shen", which he had refined for many years, to the peak. Rain and snow cannot be moved, this is the true meaning of a solid and indestructible swordsmanship.

This is the sword!

In front of the Qingyang Palace, Fatty gritted his teeth Qingye. This Dingfeng's "Sword of Ding Shen" is really a terrifying sword technique for defending against the enemy. He can't shake the true meaning of the first-class "Ze Lei Palm". His cultivation is superficial, and he only understands superficially, but it is undeniable that this sword technique is indeed very good at defending. In addition, this middle-aged deacon has the edge of swordsmanship. Although the power of attack is slightly weak, it should not be underestimated.

The sword energy breathed out, and he came to Su Qinian in an instant.

call out!

There was no sign at all, Su Qinian made the saber, or in other words, except for the old man who stepped into the palace gate, almost no one could see when he made the saber. The light flickered away, and then sheathed again.

This is the third cut of Sui's life.

The figure of the middle-aged deacon of Xianding Peak froze, and the solid sword energy of the long sword in his hand suddenly collapsed, and then with a click, a small half of the sword tip broke, and he staggered backwards. Every time he took a step back, his face became ugly. After retreating seven steps in a row, his face was as white as paper, he let out a muffled grunt, and opened his mouth to spit out a stream of blood.

"Cutting out the true meaning of my swordsmanship, how is it possible? I can feel that your true meaning of swordsmanship is not very strong. At most, it is comparable to mine, and it is not even comparable to the fat man's true meaning of "Zerei Palm". Yes, how is it possible!"

The middle-aged deacon couldn't believe it. He really lost with just one knife. The power transmitted from above was even stronger than his internal cultivation, which was even more unbelievable, he couldn't believe it, how could this be so, this Su Qi hadn't yet established his foundation, and he didn't have a trace of true energy on his body .

The ninth level of "Turtle and Snake Technique" is complete?

The middle-aged deacon guessed that this Su Qinian had probably penetrated all the hidden orifices and stepped into the realm of perfect physical body. As for the tenth floor, it is absolutely impossible. In Wudang today, the generation with the strongest talent and the highest achievement is still The disciples of the generation of the Lion Peak, who cleared Qian Tian with a single sword, even this young man on the Dragon and Tiger List failed to comprehend the mysteries of the tenth level. He did not believe that Su Qinian could do it.

go!

Without saying a word, after a brief gaffe, the middle-aged deacon took a deep breath, and left without even looking at the junior brother Jinggu when he left.

Looking at the back of the middle-aged deacon leaving, the young man hesitated to speak, but he finally settled down. He wanted to use his own hands to tell everyone on Xianding Peak that his choice of Jinggu was not wrong. Future generations also have a way, not everyone has to follow the experience and path of the predecessors, he has to walk his own path, even if the road ahead is full of thorns, even if he falls head-to-head...

……

After the middle-aged deacon who came down from Xianding Peak left, there was no more news, and no one of Xiandingfeng's Jing generation came, even the Dharma protector back then, never showed a half figure again.

That night, the boy was as drunk as mud.

On the second day, he stood up and practiced the saber again, his eyes were fixed, and his skill became even more apparent between the turns of the saber technique. From Su Qinian's point of view, he had made great progress, and he had already grasped the basic saber technique by heart, only one step away. Fascinated.

However, these are not what Su Qinian values ​​most. What Su Qinian values ​​most is character. Obviously, at this time, the young man Jinggu has a firm mind and has been polished by various previous experiences. It's not an ordinary situation, not to mention that the face does not change when Mount Tai is on the top, but it also has a bit of perseverance of a swordsman, which is not easy.

A master weaponsmith!

When he heard Su Qinian's announcement, the fat man almost bit off his tongue. He never imagined that a master weapon craftsman would condescend to come to Qingyang Peak, a place where the inheritance was first continued, and it was still precarious.

Although his knowledge is shallow, Fatty still knows what a master of arms craftsman really means. It is enough to make the top martial arts sects and aristocratic families even treat him as a guest of honor. He even needs the position of elder Xu Weiqing to be able to Barely make him return to his heart.

As for the old man, he was very rude and slapped the fat man on the back of the head, making him turn around three times, then fell to the ground, giggling stupidly.

Not only a master weaponsmith, but also a master!

"Grandpa, is this brother an idiot? Why is he still drooling." The little girl tugged at the old man's sleeve, a little puzzled.

The corner of Su Qinian's mouth twitched, he turned his back and left.

……

On the third day, Su Qinian took out two hundred drops of vitality liquid and handed them to the fat man. After the old man arrived, the handyman Taoists in the Qingyang Palace were a bit stretched, let alone casting, whether it was a casting furnace or charcoal fire, gold and iron, etc. Which one does not require money, the cost is huge, this is just the beginning, it can already be seen.

After explaining everything that needs to be explained, Su Qinian will enter the Yuanshen world.

Climbing up to Qingyang Peak, passing through the vast white mist to reach the peak, Su Qinian saw the young Taoist priest standing on the edge of the cliff, looking up at the blue and white sun above the nine heavens, with a golden awn glowing softly and warmly on his body.

After a brief silence, Su Qinian asked for advice, why did the incense offerings originate, and why did the statues of gods be erected? Is it just to use the thoughts of sentient beings to temper the spirit?

The young Taoist turned around, took a deep look at him, and said, "He's thinking about you, and you're thinking about him."

The words were very crisp and concise, but Su Qinian fell into deep thought.

"All sentient beings burn incense and offer sacrifices, and when their thoughts gather, can the sacrificed be able to sense each one and solve their problems?"

Su Qinian shook his head, at least what he saw along the way was not like this, or in other words, all the temples in this world, large and small, were like this.

Since it is impossible to save the suffering, why burn incense day and night?This is treating all living beings as ants and grass food.

Su Qinian felt ashamed. These days, even if he was thousands of miles away, he could still clearly capture every thought of prayer. Even some residents of the ancient town of Qintong had returned to their hometowns and set up his prayer cards in their houses. Tablet, began to burn incense, worship day and night.

This makes the thoughts gathered from passing on more solidified, and the tempering power is stronger. However, sometimes, some people pass on the thoughts of praying for help and seeking choices, but at these times, Su Qinian only feels that he is alive. Powerless, or powerless, he can do nothing but be the best listener, unable to meet any one requirement. (Ask for a monthly ticket, everyone come to the starting point to support the genuine subscription.)

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