I am immortal.

Chapter 137 Do you have a teacher?
The man in the battle robe saw that the handsome Taoist lay reclined and did not answer, as if he was asleep. Although he had received the order of his master, he came by himself with the help of the master and the two uncles. Therefore, there is no need to say anything, just the idea of ​​coming to visit, just thinking about it, and the uncle will know it.

If you don't sleep, you don't want to meet your ears.

Fu recalled Master's instructions before the retreat.

Speaking of his sudden visit, Uncle Shangqing is probably not very happy at the moment.

It should be [closed eyes and light sleep] for a while.

At that time, he asked Master how he should respond.

Yuqing Yuanshi Datianzun only smiled and replied:

"Let's go with him, it's okay to wait for him."

So this majestic man in the heavenly court just stood here peacefully without making a sound, let alone taking a seat in front of the uncle. On the side of the Taiji diagram, there is also a futon, which seems to be prepared for someone, but it is slightly surprised.

Could it be that, on weekdays, does anyone come to chat and drink tea with the uncle?
To be able to sit in front of the Great Heavenly Venerable of the Lingbao of the Shangqing is eligible.

I do not know who?

Or a senior who is submerged?Or is it my uncle's personal friend?
Although he was curious, he didn't investigate. He just collected his mind and waited for the Daoist Lord in front of him to wake up from his light sleep.

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What Qi Wuhuo saw in front of his eyes, the aura of countless words gathered together to form a real man, he subconsciously analyzed in his mind, and the eyes of the black-clothed Taoist who seemed real and unreal looked at him With a glance, he casually asked, "What is the little Taoist thinking about?"

The young Taoist replied: "Master Daoist's previous words contain his own divine intention."

"It can make people who read the text reflect the appearance of Daojun."

The Taoist in black nodded flatly and said, "That's right."

Such savvy, but also unusual.

Just say what you know.

In fact, it was because the young Taoist comprehended the content of the text on the scroll, and he really had his own comprehension, which inspired the backhand on the scroll, and he appeared.

Hope it's not too boring.

Then the young Taoist thought for a while, and said again: "Adding the previous simple characters, I used a pen to outline the picture scroll, but this time it is like writing a pen in the void, it is no longer flat like the picture scroll, but like a three-dimensional one, ah , Is that so? This time, I didn’t directly put my will on every word.”

"It's that different words carry different parts of the aura and will."

"The combination is like a distraction, a clone, can it walk between the heaven and the earth like a real person?"

The movement of the Taoist in black paused.

Brows raised slightly.

Oh?interesting.

Qi Wuhuo's voice paused slightly, thoughtful in his heart.

In this case.

Then if you write an article based on Yunzhuan, wouldn't it be possible to use the charm in it to show many unpredictable means?

In that case, there will be a dragon hovering when the pen is raised, and a steamy dream will appear when the pen is put down.

Everything in the world, as long as you have seen it before, you can resort to writing, and then make it reproduce?

Hmm... This book says that the sword is only one end of the great way, and there are three thousand great ways in the world.

Can it be done with a sword?
Such voices are but the speech of the ego-spirit.

But it was easy for the Taoist in black to hear clearly.

There was almost a look of surprise on the Taoist's face.

The understanding is so good.

what!
Safe too!
Such comprehension should not be inferior to that of Taishang.

It should be far more than those disciples accepted by Yuqing. Those of Yuqing's sect are dead-brained. There is no problem in practicing seriousness. They have extraordinary perseverance and strong understanding, but they are not very flexible. Without the slightest doubt, it is rare to draw inferences like this.

It seems interesting.

The Taoist in black nodded slightly.

Then take a seat calmly.

He didn't give the young Taoist any time to speak, his eyes were deep and unchanged, his tone was calm, and he said lightly:
"I am just a divided body with one thought, only relying on words, not something that lasts forever."

"Not the real body, nor the body."

"No need to be polite, no need to talk."

"Today, there is no difference in status or status, only talk about Taoism and sword ears."

The young Taoist realized immediately, he just held the sword upside down, with the tip of the sword against the ground, and gave a slight salute as if arching his hands.

"There is no confusion in the poor way, I have seen the Daoist Lord."

Seeing that the latter understood what he meant, the Taoist in black nodded slightly and said, "Good."

"Sit down."

The Taoist in black asked the young Taoist to sit cross-legged in front of him, the dust whisk in his hand was like a sword, and with just one sweep, he began to speak, and the sound could be heard, the mystery of which was only felt in his heart, but it was difficult to put it into words , only I know you know, it's hard to tell people in twos and threes, Qi Wuhuo just listened quietly, but gradually got into what the black-clothed Taoist said.

It's not supernatural powers, and it's even hard to say it's practice.

It's just a very simple discussion, and it doesn't involve any practice or sword skills.

Even, it is not so much a discussion.

It's better to say it's just small talk.

Talk about everything in the world, talk about what you have experienced, talk about the many things you have seen.

There are all kinds of stars, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, all kinds of living beings, and the world of mortals.

Just occasionally mentioning a part related to swordsmanship, it has already summed up everything discussed before, such as a chess game between a big country, the previous idle chess is the ultimate move later.

The young Taoist has no heart and no self, and suddenly feels drunk.

Suddenly the Taoist in black stopped to talk, and just said: "Listen to my story, I should also see your fineness."

"There are back and forth, just now is the discussion."

"Otherwise, isn't this seat teaching you the method?"

"It's not right."

"Let me see your sword skills."

The young Taoist got up, and he was about to raise the thief-killing sword.

The black-clothed Taoist didn't know what to do, and the thief-killing sword naturally appeared in front of him.

The black-clothed Daoist lowered his eyes slightly, and saw the number of ways to temper the world into treasures on the sword body, and that although the technique was crude and the skills were few, the style of tempering the world into treasures was far more powerful than those who were proficient in spirits. Baofa, the cultivators who call themselves the Master of Refining are more pure and pure, raised their eyes slightly, and commented: "Although the technique is crude, it is not worth mentioning."

"But overall it's kind of interesting."

"It's not those idiots who spent countless treasures from heaven and earth, and what they can produce is nothing more than finely crafted and engraved rotten wood."

"Take it and temper it yourself."

The thief-killing sword was tapped and tapped three times by the Daojun in black.

Then the sleeve robe was swept away and returned to the scabbard.

Just like migratory birds returning to the forest, the speed is even several times faster than when Qi Wuhuo was the imperial envoy, almost turning into a stream of light.

Then he said: "No, no, although this sword was tempered by yourself, it is too immature."

"Like a baby bird breaking its shell, although you can look forward to the future, you can't let it fly nine days."

"Killing, yes, acting, almost meaningless."

The black-clothed Taoist said calmly: "This side of the city, only this sword can still be used."

His fingers tapped the void slightly.

Qi Wuhuo heard a long sword cry, and the accompanying sword hanging on the Luzu tower of Lianyang Temple screamed violently.

Then it directly turned into a sword light.

Flying out of the scabbard, it seems to have a very strong spirituality, and the sword is so powerful that it will go straight to the bullfight.

Wanting to vent the sword energy that has been accumulated for hundreds of years.

But in the end, honestly, he restrained all the murderous aura and murderous intent, turned into a ray of sword light, and flew in directly from the window.

The doors and windows are closed tightly, but the sword energy is like frost, and if you break the window and enter, the window will not be damaged at all, it is the sword fairy's thing.

Then, it slowly returned to its original appearance in front of the young Taoist priest.

It is a sharp sword with words engraved on it [Walking with this sword in the world, the killing is too heavy, it is hard to restrain myself, I have hurt myself several times, it is back to me, abandon it here, keep one of the dharma veins to suppress it, refine Yang In the name, so that the yang and vigour can dissipate the yin and cold murderous intent——Lu Chunyang], the black-clothed Daojun seemed to sneer, then swept his sleeves and robes, and said lightly:
"Just dance with this sword for a while, and I will see how capable you are."

The fairy sword suspended in the air slowly flew in front of Qi Wuhuo.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand to hold the sword.

This mouth was abandoned by Lu Chunyang because of [the killing was too heavy, and he was attacked by himself several times], and it was sealed here for hundreds of years. Lianyang Temple seems to be shrouded in this majestic and terrifying murderous intent, and this cold murderous intent is still spreading crazily like an evil dragon and demon tiger about to be released after hundreds of years of hunger.

Looking at this trend, it seems that it is going to directly envelop the millions of people in the entire Zhongzhou capital city in this murderous sword aura.

The sound of the sword was like a roar of a tiger, soaring into the sky and cracking the ground, as if about to open its fangs and tear everything to pieces.

The Taoist in black cast down his eyes faintly from the will conveyed by a wisp of words.

"Ok?"

The sword fell silent instantly.

Stagnated in the void for a while.

The hilt of the sword lightly rubbed against Qi Wuhuo's palm.

The blade still whistled slightly.

But it is no longer stern and domineering, and it is no longer crazy and full of killings or even trying to kill Lu Chunyang.

It is low, subtle, and slightly long.

The young Taoist holds the sword, the air is naturally separated by the blade, and he can feel a strange smoothness.

Docile as a kitten that hasn't been weaned yet.

Then he raised his sword finger.

Knocking on the sword with one hand, dancing suddenly, following one's heart and mind, at the beginning, it was in Huang Liang's dream, like a knight-errant in the rivers and lakes. The muscles and bones suddenly changed immediately, the changes became mellow and pure, and there was faintly the majestic atmosphere of a sword fairy.

It is the Hunyuan series of swordsmanship that Yu Miao realized.

What the "Taoist in Black" said in those words is not about swordsmanship, and there are no detailed moves.

Just simply tell the content of that volume.

is pointing the way.

Everything depends on self-awareness.

Some only picked up a little gravel, and some can be regarded as mountains and mountains. Whatever you can take away is up to you.

Sitting cross-legged at this moment, holding a whisk in his hand, he watched the young Taoist dance with a calm expression.

There was regret deep in his eyes.

That's all, it's not worth paying attention to.

There are countless people with exquisite sword moves under his sect. Although the sword skills in the latter path are very good, what's the difference?

It's just an exquisite sword tactic.

The sea of ​​exquisite sword techniques has gone, and there are also people who can use exquisite sword techniques everywhere.

Even if there is Marshal Shoutian at Nantian Gate, but he only looks at the gate of heaven, isn't his swordsmanship extremely exquisite?
No fun, no fun.

Just thinking about this, Qi Wuhuo paused his steps, and stopped his sword momentum. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly moved again. The aura on the sword changed, and the sword moves suddenly broke up. The rivers and lakes sword moves scolded in the scrolls are the sword fairy schools seen, and many sword fairy moves contained in the Hunyuan Sword Code.

It's just that there must be an inner mental method for performing sword tactics, and there is a way to operate Qi, it's not just random slashing and slashing.

In the mortal world, swordsmen don't stick to their moves, but their sword tactics are actually the circulation of their own innate Qi and Yuanshen.

If one is not careful, the qi mechanism will conflict, but he will make himself cough up blood.

It made his soul split apart.

The bumps and bumps that the young Taoist used this time, whether it is the exquisiteness of the swordsmanship moves, or the strong sword intent displayed.

Far worse than before.

Almost like a childish urchin, holding a branch and waving there, it is almost a bit funny.

But the black-clothed Taoist, who was already bored, raised his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

After the second swordplay was over, the young Taoist held the sword quietly for a long time, closed his eyes and meditated.

Hold the sword again and cut.

The moves became more fragmented, and even the traces of Jianghu moves and Hunyuan Sword Art began to fade.

The black-clothed Taoist swept the dust with his hand, and there seemed to be an invisible air mechanism spreading around, covering up the sword cry and the traces of the sword air.

The first time was to practice the moves of the Hunyuan Sword Classic.

The second time, three to five points have lost the original charm, lost its charm, and also lost the characteristics of the Hunyuan Sword Code.

The third time has completely changed.

In the end, after an unknown number of times, the swordsmanship in the hands of the young Taoist could no longer see traces of anyone else, and there was even no difference in moves or supernatural powers.

At this moment, I am no longer sticking to high-grade Xinjue or low-grade crude moves, but just follow my heart.

The eyes of the Taoist in black lit up, and suddenly he swept the dust fly in his hand, and asked, "What sword technique did you use!"

At this moment, the young Taoist enters the state of selflessness, and he only naturally follows the perception of the soul, and naturally answers:

"Not swordsmanship."

"Okay, the sword technique is small, what kind of sword technique is it?"

"Not swordsmanship."

"Skills are not enough, so what is the way of swordsmanship?"

"Not the way of the sword."

"What is it!"

"I'm not the only one!"

So the Taoist in black laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, what a non-Tao and only me, what a non-Tao and only me!"

"You know my way."

"I see your heart."

"There is no better person than this."

The Taoist in black seemed to be extremely happy and happy, and then swept the whisk in his hand, just like what his character would inevitably do.

Naturally, it is thus said:
"Do you have a teacher?"

(End of this chapter)