I have a book of ghosts and gods

Chapter 582 Emptiness, Old Man Zhang (Seeking Monthly Subscription Pass) (113)

The existence of an upper third rank cannot be ignored no matter where it is placed.

Even if Daji is a colossus, who has been in charge of humanity for thousands of years, he doesn't know how many unimaginable foundations he has accumulated.

A mere third-rank may not be ranked.

But there is no reason to extrapolate either.

It stands to reason that he was the biggest "contributor" to the pacification of the Yu Kingdom, and rewards are indispensable. It seems that Dimang has chosen to be blind.

Jiang Zhou was a little upset.

Although he doesn't care about promotion and titles, he wants to make a fortune.

That's it.

The old emperor acted inexplicably, he didn't know what to say, so don't guess what was going on in his mind.

It's best for each other to live in peace and harmony.

Jiang Zhou put aside these trivial thoughts, and took out the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword from the Michen Banner.

His daze just now was not some kind of lovesickness.

Well, absolutely not.

Stepping into the third grade is not just an improvement in Taoism and cultivation for him.

That is the most minor and insignificant gain.

The most important thing is the improvement of his vision.

To a certain extent, if measured by height, he used to be standing on the tenth floor, but now he is on the hundredth or thousandth floor, and it can even be described in different dimensions.

In the past, he was an ant crawling on a piece of white paper without edges, but now he is a giant standing on the ground.

The only shortcoming of the soaring realm is that it makes him feel extremely empty.

The giant is right, but a giant with nothing in his head.

He desperately desires to fill this void with "knowledge".

In the words of practitioners, it is "enlightenment", "dharma" and "dao".

It is an exploration of the human body, the heaven and the earth, the connections and changes between people and between people and the heaven and earth, etc., all existing and non-existing "knowledge".

It is precisely because of this emptiness that he has often fallen into sluggishness, absent-mindedness, and

In the eyes of others, it looks like a dementia because of lovesickness.

This is the sequelae of his foundation being too weak and background too shallow.

If it is those great sects of immortals, their disciples must have been instilled with various secrets from scratch, bit by bit, step by step, from the very beginning of their practice.

It's like learning various subjects in the school of the other world. After leaving the school, these subjects seem to be useless.

In fact, that knowledge has long been more or less integrated into the flesh and blood, and it has become a habit of myself.

When you think about problems and make various decisions when faced with choices, you will be affected by these things.

This is vision, accumulation, and background.

Knowledge can be used without, but it cannot be without.

Otherwise, you will be a frog in a well. Even if you see an opportunity, you will just ignore it because of the lack of knowledge and vision, and you will not be able to detect it at all.

Those fairy sects have accumulated thousands of years or even ten thousand years of foundation, which is really not comparable to him.

At this moment, Jiang Zhou realized that it was a wise choice for him to rely on Su Jingsi and hold on to the imperial court's thigh.

In this world, I am afraid that there is no place that can compare with Daji.

At this moment, he wished he could evacuate all the books in the Sujing Division, and even went directly to the Divine Capital of Yujing, broke into the Golden Gate, and asked Dimang to let him enter the legendary Tiange, the secret place of the royal family's book collection.

It is said that there are all the characters from ancient times to the present.

He is now like a very hungry person, not picky eaters at all.

However, the collection of books in the Sujing Division is limited, and before he became a saint, he had read a lot, and it was still too far away to fill his emptiness.

It is even more impossible for Tiange to let him in.

Simply, since there is no background, he creates it himself.

To put it bluntly, it's just my own wild imagination...

It is still a set that has been experimenting with various fantasies with phantoms to make them real.

For example, he has always been obsessed with the fencing technique.

This is what he has gone through countless "tests" without success.

Because the most critical thing that can make him and the "human sword unite" is missing.

Countless attempts made Jiang Zhou understand that if he wants to achieve the kind of swordsmanship he imagined, it is definitely not simply using "mind power" and "spiritual power" to remotely control a sword.

That kind of thing, he can do it with the power of blood.

However, such counterfeit goods are completely useless except for bluffing the little soldiers.

With this strength, can I just hit it right?

Why bother, spending tens of times and hundreds of times of strength to control a sword...

The real swordsmanship Jiang Zhou thought of was to make the sword a part of himself, or even an extension, supplement and perfection of himself.

The technique of splitting light, transforming shadows, swallowing wine, and spitting out swords, which was obtained from Linglong Baolou, was vaguely involved.

But it's too superficial, and it can only burst out the all-conquering sword energy at once, and it can't do whatever it wants, like arms and fingers.

It wasn't until he experienced the step of Daohua Yuanshen that Jiang Zhou grasped that ray of light.

It is no longer a fantasy of castles in the air, but a reality with a foundation.

The Jiu Xianren's wine swallowing and sword skills have actually involved a little foundation.

That is the method of accumulating sword pills hidden in it.

But the key to this thing is to "raise", to raise it for a long time.

In addition to nourishing its sharpness, the key is to imbue the sword pill with one's own spirit, so that it can gradually lose its spirituality and be used by oneself.

But it's like raising a child, no matter how well you raise it, it's not yourself.

If Jiang Zhou wanted to develop that kind of sword control technique, he really had to turn the sword into "himself".

This was not possible before.

But now that he has Yuanshen, he sees hope.

In the past few days, it can be regarded as a little gain, this ice soul cold light sword already has a trace of his "shape".

Jiang Zhou held the sword in his hand and stared at the cold light sword.

With a slight movement of his mind, it didn't take a single ounce of magic power, the Bingpo Hanguang Sword trembled slightly, and slowly, it broke away from his hands and floated in the air.

It doesn't seem surprising, after all, he was able to split this sword into thousands before and kill enemies in the air.

But at that time, it was controlled by mana, and the cold light sword itself was magical.

But today is different.

There is no magic link between him and the sword, just because he wants to, the sword rises.

When you have practiced to the point where you are in front of your body, you will have just completed the sword control technique.

As if he wanted to take something, his hand stretched out naturally.

"Dang!"

The cold light sword only floated in the air for a moment, then fell down.

Immediately the ground trembled and trembled.

This is not what Jiang Zhou meant, but that the Ice Soul Cold Light Sword has a spirit of its own.

He was expressing dissatisfaction with Jiang Zhou for "playing" himself so much.

Jiang Zhou smiled, picked up the cold light sword, and stroked the edge of the sword, as if to comfort him.

If you want to practice this sword control technique, the best choice is to use a mortal sword first, not this kind of spiritual fairy sword.

But Jiang Zhou has gotten used to this sword and doesn't want to change it again.

Not far from Jiangzhai, in the vegetable garden of the farmhouse that Jiang Zhou accidentally discovered when he entered the Holy Spirit Tour, the old man who was playing with the garden raised his head and looked in the direction of Jiangzhai.

Showing some surprise.

"What a mysterious sword technique, interesting..."

Immediately he smiled dumbly, and lowered his head to fiddle with the vegetables in his garden.

"Old man Zhang!"

At this time, in front of his simple thatched huts, a woman in a red dress with a little cinnabar on her lips stood outside the courtyard gate, covering her mouth and nose with a red silk handkerchief, showing a slight dislike.

When old man Zhang heard the call, his old face was overjoyed, he dropped the ladle, and trotted out.

"Hey! Wang Po, you are here!"

Wang Po said disgustedly: "Don't, don't call me Po, I don't have grandchildren as old as you!"

　Start paying off debts, this is Chapter 1 of Gagen.In the future, the normal update will resume, and I will not post the big chapter. After a few days of posting, the subscription has been dropped. Not to mention, many readers say that I am lazy and update every day. .Although it is indeed an update, the number of words is still the same as before. . .

　　
　
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