I became the sun god.

Chapter 115 The Immortal Caresses My Head

A group of old Taoist priests who were influenced by the law of truth looked at the handsome boy eagerly.

The longing eyes are like a child who is unwilling to leave at the door of a toy store.

Even if you kill me today, I will not leave here.

Unless you buy it for me!

I do not care!
I just want it!
Sensing those fiery gazes, Qin Ran breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally back on track again.

Under the expectant eyes of the old Taoist priests, the young man with red lips and white teeth nodded:

"Jianzong and Wudang have a long history."

"Now that Wudang has lost its inheritance, Jianzong should help."

"Not to mention that the younger generation can be considered to have inherited Wudang's affection today."

Miaoyan's handsome face showed a solemn expression:
"In that case, this junior will return this Black Water Sword Art to Wudang today."

Yeah!

The eyes of the old Taoist priests could shine, and they all stared at Jianxian Miaoyan.

Not only these old Taoist priests, but everyone on Wudang Mountain watched intently.

They were too curious about what happened in front of Zixiao Palace.

However, due to the aura of the Sword Immortal and the maintenance of order by the Taoist priests in Wudang Mountain, they could only watch from a distance.

"Look!"

"His aura has changed, like a peerless sword."

"Ah! My eyes!"

"Just looking at it a few more times makes my eyes tingle."

"Sword Intent! This is definitely Sword Intent!"

"Should we be able to fight this time? I really want to see the magic of Wudang Mountain!"

The crowd was whispering, and gradually became silent, because Miaoyan's breath was getting stronger and stronger.

It was as if a peerless divine sword was recovering.

Buzz!
Under the influence of this energy, all the sword weapons on the entire Wudang Mountain uttered bursts of sword sounds.

The entire Wudang Mountain is full of sharpness.

"Seniors!"

"This is the Black Water Sword Art, please seniors appreciate it!"

Dressed in white and with black hair, the voice of witty words resounded through Wudang Mountain.

It's better to be more high-profile about this kind of thing.

How do you know that there is a real law in Wudang Mountain?

Don't know how to practice?
How can I visualize my incarnation of Emperor Zhenwu without practicing?

If you don’t visualize, how can you support me?
Qin Ran's little abacus was clattering.

But in this atmosphere of soaring sword intent, even Xia Ju didn't think much about it, instead he took such a scene for granted.

Faced with the wonderful words that seemed to be a peerless sword, the old Taoist priests looked pious and were ready to accept the inheritance.

Although they don't know how to inherit the law, this does not prevent them from looking forward to it.

Under the almost devout eyes of the old Taoists, he spoke with a sword intent, pointing to Cheng Jian to move a little further away from all the old Taoists.

The world seems to be split by his sword fingers, and the boundless and endless sharpness makes everything in the world pale.

All the old Taoists surrounded by the sword finger disappeared in front of them, only a sword energy stabbed slowly.

Souls were shrouded by that sword intent, and the eyes of the old Taoists became dazed, and mysterious and mysterious pictures directly appeared in their souls.

Under the real martial arts map.

There is a vague Taoist sitting cross-legged, every breath coincides with the shining stars in the sky.

There are also sword-holding figures wielding swords, with sword energy surging in every move.

There is even a Taoist silhouette sitting on a futon, and the aura of heaven and earth manifests, as if soaked in black water.

Accompanied by the sitting cross-legged Taoist exhaling and inhaling, he slowly absorbed the vitality of the billowing black water and turned it into Qi rushing in his body.

The qi surging in his body became fierce and sharp under the mysterious and mysterious sword technique.

This...is the Black Water Sword Art!

Based on the map of Zhenwudang magic, when practicing, visualize the magic image of Zhenwudang in your heart, and you can enter the body with the spiritual energy of the northern black water.

Supplemented with the corresponding secret sword technique, the spiritual energy can be completely used for one's own use, and transformed into the sharp and gloomy black water sword energy.

This is the Black Water Sword Art!

It is one of the Wudang Mountains, one of the kendo methods.

Although it can't be called the strongest and most mysterious, it is also the most foundational kendo method under the Black Water lineage.

This is one of the foundations of Wudang Mountain Kendo.

Qin Ran: That's right, that's what I said!
The method of divine transmission can be low-key, but it can also be high-key, it all depends on Qin Ran.

It is impossible to keep a low profile. Only by being as high-profile as possible can Wudang Mountain be brought to the fore.

With Wudang Mountain in front, I just need to lie down and win in the follow-up.

As a result, during the process of imparting the Dharma with spiritual thoughts, tourists in the distance could vaguely see countless sword shadows emerging from Miaoyan's fingertips.

The sword shadow kept dancing, as if vaguely practicing a set of sword techniques.

Not only that, but in the open space in front of the gate of Zixiao Palace, visions related to the black water in the north are constantly looming.

The black water surges, the sword energy soars to the sky, the spirit turtle eats the energy...

All the mysteries of the Black Water Sword Art can be vaguely glimpsed in these visions.

"What are they doing? How does it look like teaching the Fa?"

"Just now I seem to see a spirit turtle eating its breath. I seem to feel something, but I don't seem to feel anything."

"Wudang Mountain is really not easy!"

"This is obviously the inheritance of Wudang Mountain!"

"Whether it's teaching or sharing, the fact that Wudang Mountain has the real law has been confirmed!"

There was another commotion in the crowd.

Everyone watched this scene with fiery eyes, imagining in their hearts how they could join the Wudang sect.

Almost all the people present were his followers.

It's just that what they believe in is not the sun god, but the dharma body of Emperor Zhenwu.

Even they themselves don't know it's called faith.

But it doesn't matter, as the sun god who stole Zhenwu's authority and turned Zhenwu into his own legal body, Qin Ran could still vaguely feel their thoughts through the Xinyang line.

No one is not crazy!

No one does not desire!

No one is not in awe!

Under his manipulation, Wudang Mountain has been completely pushed to the foreground by himself.

Regardless of whether the news will be blocked or not, everyone present will always remember that Wudang Mountain is the place where the true martial arts system is located.

Even... the principle that blocking is worse than sparse has been verified long ago.

The things on Wudang Mountain will be completely exposed sooner or later.

And as the instigator of everything, I just need to lie flat and wait.

All the mighty powers of Emperor Zhenwu will be fully mastered by himself under the promotion of these practitioners.

At that time, I will be Emperor Zhenwu!
After a while, the terrifying sword intent on Miaoyan subsided.

The old Taoists are still immersed in the state of enlightenment, and have not yet recovered their original sanity.

Miao Yan glanced at them, and then a sword light rose around him, and the whole person turned into a ray of light and flew towards the sky.

But before leaving, a power that only gods can have was quietly injected into the body of Qingxu Laodao.

God's grace descends, and the rules manifest.

Translated into Eastern terms:

The fairy caresses my top, knots my hair and grants longevity.

(End of this chapter)