Pindao should be robbed

Chapter 165 Sword Immortal Art
"Brother Tianhua, the so-called reward for nothing, how can I want your baby..." Liu Qiao said that he didn't want it, but his eyes looked at the precious fan in his hand.

Huang Tianhua shook his head, and directly took another page from the bag, which looked like gold but not gold, and handed it to Liu Qiao: "This is a spell, and a complete Fenghuo futon treasure."

"Ah... this...then this is too expensive, I can't take it!" Liu Qiao said with a face of shame and fear.

Having said that, his eyes turned to the page of a book that looked like gold but not gold, and was about a foot wide.

Fenghuo Futuan is forbidden, and it is a complete method of sacrifice and refining. This is the real method of explaining and teaching!

In Liu Qiao's view, this kind of true method is sometimes more valuable than the treasure itself.

With the Fenghuo treasure ban, Liu Qiao can not only refine Fenghuo fans, but even Fenghuo futons, Fenghuo gourds and the like.

The most important thing is that the productions of great teachings such as elucidation and interception, especially this kind of true teaching method, are not only as simple as they look, but also have a lot of mystery.

Seeing Huang Tianhua handing over the true method of sacrificial refining, Liu Qiao couldn't help reaching out to take it.

Liu Qiao didn't want to do this either, but Huang Tianhua offered too much, and Liu Qiao, an ignorant bumpkin, couldn't refuse.

About to take it, Huang Tianhua held Liu Qiao's hand and said, "You can't spread this method of sacrifice to outsiders!"

"Of course I know this!" After finishing speaking, Huang Tianhua let go of his hand, and Liu Qiao accepted the method of sacrificial refining with a smile on his face.

Huang Tianhua said again: "There are too many people here, it's not a place for study, go back and explore slowly..."

After finishing speaking, Huang Tianhua turned around and went to Lupeng, Liu Qiao looked at the two treasures in his hands, and immediately turned into a rainbow and flew towards the city.

When they arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, Jiang Shang and Longxuhu were not there, and only Wu Ji was in charge of the mansion, so Liu Qiao directly put Duan Guang into his courtyard.

Closing the door, he didn't rush to look at the precious fan and the method of offering sacrifices, but sat in the courtyard and thought.

"According to Huang Tianhua's temperament, he wouldn't give me the fan, let alone give me the true method of sacrificial refining..." Liu Qiao calmed down and thought carefully about the relationship between them.

This matter must have been ordered by the Taoist Lord.

Compared with the unfathomable behavior of Ran Deng, Liu Qiao also felt that the behavior of the true moral gentleman was unpredictable.

"What is this, send Fa, send treasure boy?" Liu Qiao gave Huang Tianhua a new nickname in his heart.

Although it is said that there is no reward for no merit, there is no such thing as a free pie in the sky.

But considering that he was about to enter the wind roar formation, if he was not careful, he would die.

His life was gone, and he was afraid of the world's sophistication and karma, so Liu Qiao simply didn't refuse.

Even if there is any pitfall, it is also a "Yangmou", because Liu Qiao couldn't resist it at all, so he had to accept it.

What kind of losses do you suffer? That is a matter for the future. Now you have to use all your efforts to increase your means. The more means you have, the more chances you will have to save your life.

Although Ran Deng patted his chest and assured Liu Qiao that there would be a certain wind, Liu Qiao would be fine.

But Liu Qiao no longer believes in Ran Deng.

I always feel that this bad old man is very bad and unreliable at all.

Shaking his head to shake off these thoughts, Liu Qiao sat on the stone pier in the courtyard and put the three-inch precious fan on the stone table.

He took out the true method of sacrificial refining and was waiting to study it, when Liu Qiao suddenly said: "At the beginning, there were three kinds of objects in the cold cave, except for the gourd, the other two treasures were in my hands before I knew it..."

Thinking of this, Liu Qiao took out another wooden box from the treasure bag and put it on the table.

The contents inside were broken iron pieces taken from the cold cave, but the original box was completely decayed, so Liu Qiao bought a new wooden box to store it.

Open the wooden box, inside was paved with red silk, containing a piece of iron, about two fingers wide and about a foot long, still stained with rust.

"Do you want to grind the embroidery on this iron..." Looking at the rust on the iron piece, Liu Qiao couldn't help but have the urge to polish it with a whetstone.

But it's just thinking about it, the three objects in the cold cave, the other two are treasures, this piece of iron may also be a treasure, what if it is worn out?
It has been a long time since I got this piece of iron, but Liu Qiao rarely took it out to look at it. After a long time, he almost forgot about it.

The main reason is that Liu Qiao felt that since the Immortal in the Frost Cave could be captured by Chanjiao Filiusun, Taiyi and others.

Presumably, his meritorious deeds should be on par with the Twelve Immortal Heads, even if he is high, his height is limited.

Because according to Daodezhenjun's description, one of the twelve immortals in the Cold Cave Immortal fights alone is crushing.

Against two, the Immortal of the Cold Cave will fall into a disadvantage, and against three, the Immortal of the Cold Cave can only lose.

"I think his merits and deeds should be similar to those of Master Ran Deng, slightly higher than the Twelve Immortal Heads, but only a line higher..." Liu Qiao secretly speculated.

But the iron artifact left by him, even Daozhenjun and Cihangdao people can't see through it.

Uncle Shi couldn't figure it out, and Liu Qiao felt that it was even more impossible for him to see it through, so he kept it in his pocket.

After going back and forth, I forgot about it.

After thinking about it, Liu Qiao took out the ironware from the box first, and examined this immortal treasure seriously for the first time.

"It looks like gold but not gold, like iron but not iron."

"Since it is a treasure left by a fairy, why does it look like rust? Could it be that if it falls into my hands, it will be a pearl covered in dust?" Liu Qiao looked at the iron piece in his hand and said.

Immediately, he blew his magic breath, and a trace of mana spit out from his mouth, like a white mist wrapping the iron.

After a while, the cloud and smoke cleared, wasting mana in vain, and the iron tool did not respond at all.

"It seems that you can't use your power to sacrifice..."

"Pfft...Hoohoo..." Liu Qiao twitched his fingers, red light gushed out from his mouth, ears and nose, and the real fire of Samadhi lingered.

In just a few breaths of effort, the iron was burned red, and the real fire was lingering outside.

Seeing that the ironware was about to melt in the fire, Liu Qiao was shocked, and quickly put away the real fire, not daring to smelt any more.

"It seems that it is made of ordinary iron, not fairy material..."

Looking at the stone table, the temperature gradually dissipated, from red to black iron, Liu Qiao's heart became colder.

How can things like immortal treasures and divine iron be so unburned.

It's just that the real fire of Samadhi will melt into molten iron when it burns. This is obviously an ordinary piece of iron.

Liu Qiao immediately lost the thought of collecting the ironware. Fortunately, he asked a craftsman to pack it in a good wooden box.

The result is rubbish. This kind of rusty broken iron is everywhere on the battlefield, and you can pick it up casually.

Sighing, no matter what, this is also a fairy relic, so it is not easy to throw it away.

Just as he was about to put away the iron sheet, Liu Qiao suddenly thought that he should use Huang Ting's thoughts to see the truth, or he could see the root cause.

"If there is a secret immortal method, if you think about it, it may manifest in a fixed state..." Liu Qiao felt blessed in his heart.

Immediately urge the mantra of [Photographic Memory], ask the businessman in his orifice to use his strength, hold up the iron piece, close it carefully, and in a short while, he will remember every inch of rust and every flaw deeply.

Putting the iron utensils into the box, Liu Qiao sat down on the stone pier, closed his eyes and meditated.

Liu Qiao has been practicing Huang Ting's technique of thinking every day, and he is already so familiar that he can't be familiar with it.

In the middle of nowhere, in a state of chaos, surrounded by clouds and mists, dozens of rays of light can be faintly seen, like stars hanging in the sky.

The four heavenly kings hold the support, and the four saints protect the divine light. In the darkness of the sky, Ziweixing is like a king and leader of the group, and the few scribes under his seat are like officials and yin and yang.

There is also Zhang Guifang, the star of mourning, with a red banner on his back, and a golden pillar supported by the sacred palm of the Sun Palace.

In the flashing light, the real king of Shenxiao manifests, a thunderbolt in the chaos, the order of Hunyuan, the cardinal of yin and yang, this is the thunder gate of Shenxiao.

However, the saints of Leimen have not yet returned to their true nature, and the true king of Shenxiao is only a divine light.

Only Qin Tianjun, who sits under him, reveals his figure, pedaling a five-thunder chariot (like a wind and fire wheel), holding a golden whip, red-haired fangs, and holding a five-thunder banner.

The true sage of water appeared in the vastness of the mist, with an indigo face and blue hair, a blue official uniform, and a bowl in his hand.

The seven divine lights hidden under the seat that have not yet been transformed are Jishui leopard, Bishui scorpion, Shenshui ape, and Zhenshui worm. These are the seven virtues of water, but they have not yet transformed.

In the middle, there is a celestial sage sitting in the lotus leaves, surrounded by the celestial being like a satellite.

The lotus crown, the face is as white as jade, and it looks like Liu Qiao faintly.

All the saints who have been listed are here.

But these are not important, what is important is that a ray of white light gradually manifests in front of the Central Immortal Saint.

Suddenly, the white glow gradually turned into a sharp blade, about a foot or so long, flying around the immortal saint like a spirit.

"Pricking..." The white light flashed, and it grew rapidly, becoming hundreds of feet long and more than ten feet wide.

"Bold!" The surrounding gods who were sleeping with their eyes closed woke up one after another. In the fixed state, sword lights ran wildly, and they were all furious.

True Sage Shui Yuan, who looked like Lu Xiong, opened his eyes wide and angry, and threw the bowl in his hand.

In an instant, the fog was thick, the sky was dim, and the ground was dark, like a flood, and the entire chaos was full of floods.

Just like the prehistoric world, when the world is turned upside down, the flood will destroy the world.

The endless weak water wraps the white awn, let it swim and show its power, but it can't fly out of the weak water for three thousand.

"Zheng..." There was a golden sound.

Like a sharp knife coming out of the box, the entire tranquility is filled with white light, shaming people's eyes.

In the blink of an eye, the sky flooded away, and the bowl turned into a divine light and flew back to Lu Xiong's hands.

Lu Xiong, the true sage of the water element who had not yet returned to his true self, lost his divine light, and immediately closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Countless water vapor gathered around him, constantly repairing a sword mark on the bowl.

Now there was no one to obstruct it, the white light danced wildly in the sky, sometimes turning into a hundred, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of millions of white lights, endless, forcing the gods to retreat.

Sometimes it melts into fingers and stretches endlessly, as long as billions of feet, as thin as a hair, as if cutting the void into two sections.

With a whistle, the entire Dingjing was overturned, and everything was silent in an instant.

……

In the small courtyard of Xiangfu.

Liu Qiao opened his eyes, showing a bit of fear.

Touching his forehead, it was covered in cold sweat, as if everything was just a dream.

"Fortunately, everything in Dingjing is illusory. If it were in reality, wouldn't it destroy the heavens and destroy the earth, reopening the earth, water, fire and wind..."

Looking at the wooden box, which is still full of rust, like scrap iron, I really can't believe that it was so majestic when it appeared just now.

"I originally thought that there shouldn't be such a thing as flying swordsmanship in the ancient times before Fengshen... I didn't expect that there was already a flying swordsmanship, and... it was still a flying sword..."

Instead, Liu Qiao was somewhat pleasantly surprised, although the white glow just now directly shattered the Dingjing.

But it only caused Liu Qiao's mind to be slightly damaged, and he was relieved after a few breaths of self-cultivation.

On the contrary, the white glow disappeared with the calm state, and the wisp of sword energy was reflected in Liu Qiao's heart. As long as he comprehends it, he will have a chance to realize swordsmanship.

Liu Qiao pondered: "So, this iron weapon is actually a flying sword forged by the immortals in the cold cave. No wonder it can suppress Master Taiyi with one against two..."

In the ancient times, everyone was still in the stage of throwing magic weapons and throwing Taoism.

The flying sword that hides and disappears, and is as fast as lightning, is simply an alternative.

As soon as the sword light touches it, no matter human, ghost, or magic weapon, it will be split into two sections, killing the gods and souls of the immortals, killing the spirituality of the magic weapon, almost nothing can stop it.

Anyone who fights with the sword fairy has to be scrupulous, and dare not use all his strength. Once the leak is broken, the sword will become silk, and the sword light will split.

Therefore, with swordsmanship, it is still very possible to catch the Twelve Immortals of Chanjiao by surprise, one against two.

"It's just too weird...it shouldn't be..." Liu Qiao became more and more puzzled as he thought about it.

I asked the Great Immortal Huangjiao before, and I also heard from Daodezhenjun.

They have never heard of such a thing as a "flying sword". According to common sense, such a thing should not appear in this era.

This is like an arms race. Everyone's methods of throwing magic weapons have fallen behind. If someone creates flying swordsmanship, the fighting skills can almost crush the ancient immortals with the same skills.

This is like a matchlock versus a semi-automatic.

The flying sword is not only extremely powerful, but also extremely fast, extremely fast, once the sword is shot, the enemy has not reacted, the sword light circles around, and the head falls to the ground.

Fengshen is also an era that focuses on foreign objects and magic weapons. If flying swords appear, everyone will have to update them one after another even if they want to break their heads, and they will all study flying swords.

After thinking about it for a long time, Liu Qiao couldn't figure it out either, this cold cave Jiejiao immortal is full of mysteries, it's too weird.

Just like in ancient times, someone suddenly took a machine gun and swept across the battlefield, defeating two masters of martial arts unreasonably.

Then somehow, this person was killed, and the news of the machine gun technique was also blocked. If Liu Qiao hadn't obtained this wisp of sword energy, he wouldn't have known about it.

"This sword qi is not in a hurry, and sword skills should not be born at this time. If I research the flying sword, it will not be easy to use everywhere..."

Liu Qiao always felt that the reason why this fairy was killed was because he was too genius, half a step ahead was a genius, and ten steps ahead was a madman.

This does not die, who dies!
I'd better study Huang Ting Dafa honestly first, throw magic weapons with the crowd, and fight with Taoism and supernatural powers.

Put away the iron sheet in the box, there used to be a strand of sword qi on it, so after several white years, it only rusted, but did not rot.

Now this ray of sword light has dissipated, completely turned into a piece of scrap iron, and it was unearthed and stained with air, and it will rot soon.

But no matter what, Liu Qiao can count too much legacy of this immortal, fortunately, he is already afraid of death, otherwise he would not be able to repay this kindness at all.

After putting away the wooden box, Liu Qiao took the gold and silk again.

After looking at it, he muttered: "I don't know why recently, I have been so lucky. First I got the immortal's legacy, and then the treasure-sending boy gave me treasures..."

Liu Qiao always has a sense of unreality, as if he is like a man who has become the son of destiny in an instant, everything is going well, and he can do whatever he wants.

Originally, Ran Deng said that he would sacrifice himself to the formation, but he thought he was going to die, so he was planning to join the West or stop teaching.

As a result, in a blink of an eye, the god position is not enough, and I don't need to be on the list for the time being, and may break the battle.

Studying this iron object, he obtained a ray of sword qi that can comprehend swordsmanship at any time.

Huang Tianhua not only gave himself a precious fan, but also a Dafa, the real Dafa of elucidation and teaching, the treasure ban of wind and fire futons.

Seeing the moon-filled starry sky outside, Liu Qiao didn't have time to think about it, and hurriedly practiced the wind-fire two-air fan according to the forbidden method on the gold silk.

At noon tomorrow, I have to be busy recruiting apprentices.

At this moment, Liu Qiao turned around gorgeously, from the Taoist Sanwu, he has the magic weapon, the Dafa, and the apprentice is coming soon.

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During the time of King Goujian of Yue, Xuannv of Nine Heavens descended to the world to be Yuenv. The old ape in the mountains was kind and generous, and offered hazelnuts, pine nuts, torreya nuts and walnuts, the four treasures of evergreen, to Xuannv.

Xuannv liked her intelligence, so she bestowed on the old ape the male and female swordsmanship of the Supreme Being, and then the old ape disappeared in the deep mountains and was never heard from again.

In the Western Han Dynasty, there was an old fairy in Yunmengze, who called himself Yuan Gong, who was good at flying swordsmanship and spread it among his disciples. Since then, flying swordsmanship has become very popular.

Yuangong is also the real person with green hair, and he left behind "Neijing Yuanzong" which is a different kind of fairy art. At that time, there were people who participated in flying swordsmanship, including Zhang Mian, the real person with three yangs and one energy, real person Zhang Mian, real person Huolong, real person Donghua, etc., who were also good at swordsmanship.

————The Master of Huanzhu "The Legend of Shushan Swordsman"

(End of this chapter)