Saint Immortal Way

() This time the weapon refining class was taught by a highly respected Confucian weapon refining master in the academy, with a gray beard, who taught all the techniques of the nine imperial weapons for children, namely release, fly, stop, throw, shock, swing, Turning, returning, and retracting, these are the basic techniques for controlling utensils with literary qi.

In the courtyard outside the study hall, more than [-] children were shouting, surrounded by sacred artifacts, such as Junzi Sword, Zhizhi Ruler, Fengya Fan, Gewu Bow, or Chu Qin, different children choose different instruments as their holy instruments.

Lu Yang chose the ancient sword of the Yin Dynasty and practiced swordsmanship.For example, Zhang Wanxing from Zhang Gong's family used a three-stone Jinxiu gewu bow. After her Jinxiu Qi refining, this bow can compare to the power of a five-stone bow, and its power is almost doubled.

Li Mingyue is practicing Chuqin. She has a Qin that belongs to her, and she uses Jinxiu Qi to refine it every day, and it can exert a good power.

The other students also choose the magic weapon that suits them according to their own interests and talents, and choose one to specialize in. They emit literary energy, hold various hand formulas in their hands, control the magic weapon to fly outside their bodies, and do various movements. Or flying and stopping, or vibrating objects, or constantly spinning and flying.

"cut!"

Lu Yang pinched his hand and pointed, and the Sanyuan sword flew out, cutting a wooden stake into several sections at once. If it was a person, the effect would be that a large head had been cut off several times.

Li Mingyue's Chuqin's power seemed to be quite strange. She plucked it a few times, and the sound of the piano was eager, and more than a dozen strands of sound were like the edge of a knife, cutting a nearby wooden stake into a small stick.

The Confucian teacher looked at the performance of all the students and was quite satisfied, especially the few students who had just been promoted.

"Okay, that's it for today. School is over. After you go back, everyone has to practice more. This is by no means satisfactory to this Confucian teacher!" The Confucian teacher taught, waved his hands, and let the children disperse.

"Yes, sir!" The students had been eagerly waiting for a long time, and immediately brought the book boy to the school.

Lu Yang took back the sword. He feels a little tired now. His splendid aura is still too weak. After all, he has just been promoted, and he has sublimated all the timeless aura into a splendid aura. The amount of literary aura has been condensed by more than ten times. , In this way, it is difficult to control the sword.

The longest distance he can control the sword now is three feet. If it exceeds three feet, the sword will fall to the ground uncontrollably, not to mention the sword fairy ability to take people's heads thousands of miles away.

"Second brother is so good, is this sword control?" Lu Jianjia trotted up, clapping his little hands.

"It's far away!" Lu Yang couldn't be happier, he shook his head, and only his younger sister who didn't know anything would think that he was amazing, but he didn't know that he, Guo Cheng, and Li Mingyue were at the bottom of Class C.

All in all, the accumulation of splendid energy is still insufficient, we must accumulate it as soon as possible, otherwise we will not even be able to use sword control, let alone defend against enemies and kill thieves.

"Let's go, let's go back!" Lu Yang knocked his sister on the head and returned to the other residence. After passing through the narrow road, the autumn wind blew, and the peach and plum groves on both sides of the river were whirling.

"Huh? The teacher and senior Lu are actually playing chess in the plum forest?" Lu Yang was surprised, and glanced at Lu Jianjia, who quickly said, "In a few days, senior Lu often comes to look for Master Huang to play chess!"

"Then let's take a look and say hello to Senior Lu!" Lu Yang walked into the plum grove. In the depths of the plum grove, beside a gurgling stream, on two neat big bluestones, two Confucian masters were playing chess.

"Hehe, so it's my little friend who has arrived!" Lu Cang stroked his gray beard and laughed, looking up and down Lu Yang with his eyes. Obviously, in a split second, he already understood what kind of Taoism Lu Yang is now.

"I've seen Senior Lu, I've seen Teacher!" Lu Yang didn't dare to neglect, and stepped forward to salute.

"Little friend, congratulations, I heard that you have been promoted to the second level of Lixin Taoism!" Lu Cang smiled.

"Senior, don't make fun of me. Lu Yang's mediocrity, how can he get into the eyes of the senior?" Lu Yang smiled wryly.

"Well, the Dao karma is a bit low, but with my little friend's aptitude, within a year or so, it is estimated that I can be promoted again. As long as I can be promoted to the third level of the Lixin Dao karma, that is the watershed for the practice of the Holy Way. Only then will you truly come into contact with the true meaning of the holy path!"

"It's not easy to become a scholar. My disciple is also worrying about how to accumulate the aura of beauty. I don't know if the senior taught me?" Lu Yang smiled.

Lu Cang burst into laughter immediately, and glanced at Huang Zongxi who was opposite him: "Little friend, you are asking the wrong person. Your teacher is right in front of you. Why don't you ask him for advice, instead you ask Poor Confucianism?"

"If everyone does it, there must be my teacher! The teacher certainly wants to ask for advice, but if Senior Lu does not ask for advice here again, wouldn't it be too wasteful?"

"Haha... well, you can understand by looking at the Taoism of the poor man. The poor man has been obsessed with landscapes and paintings all his life, so that his Taoism has been abandoned. If he hadn't met a little friend this time, it is estimated that the poor man would not have lost his life." Soaring into the sky, barely proving the master's karma!"

"So senior doesn't have any good ways to teach me?" Lu Yang was surprised.

"No, no, poor Confucianism, I would like to teach, but unfortunately your Dao karma is too low, there is no tricky way to improve Dao karma, the fastest way is to buy more Jinxiu ink sticks, riri Jing can not stop practicing, but this method also has drawbacks , it will lead to your own impure literary spirit, which is a big problem, so it is better to practice hard step by step in a down-to-earth manner. In the practice of the holy way, the advice that Poor Confucianism can give you is to be down-to-earth and patient. If you live in loneliness, you will go far. There is no tricky way. Hehe, if there is a tricky way, poor Confucianism will not be what it is now..." Lu Cang taught.

Master Huang Ru nodded, deeply agreeing with this point.

"Thank you, Senior Lu, for your advice, this is already a golden word!" Lu Yang bowed and bowed.Lu Jianjia didn't take it seriously, and said with a grin, "The old man is stingy and doesn't teach anything, so it's always okay to teach Sanmo painting?"

Lu Cang and Huang Zongxi looked at each other, and Lu Cang suddenly laughed: "Scattered ink painting? That is a skill that Poor Confucianism has studied for a lifetime, and it is the only skill in the world. You little girl, a word, makes Poor Confucianism me Spit blood!"

Lu Yang shook his head, and Huang Zongxi also smiled: "Little girl doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, and anyone can teach Senior Lu's painting skills, can anyone learn it?"

Lu Jianjia blushed, clenched her fists and shouted, "Second brother can do it too, and he can write books in one stroke, what's the difference?"

Lu Cang shook his head: "Little girl, I also know what you said. Although the foundation of skills is the same, any skill that has developed to a high level will have its own unique features. Others can't imitate it. Just ask your second brother Brother, can he paint a large landscape with one stroke?"

Lu Jianjia looked at Lu Yang as if asking for help: "Can't you?"

Lu Yang shook his head and sighed: "Easier said than done? Without a strong enough consciousness, or even a sufficiently diffused consciousness, it is impossible to perform the proficient loose-ink painting like Senior Lu!"

"Oh, my little friend has actually grasped the trick? It's not easy!" Lu Cang's eyes lit up. The most important thing about his painting skills is his diffuse divine sense, which is stronger than anyone else.

Generally speaking, people in the holy way concentrate and condense their spiritual consciousness as much as possible, but he does the opposite, divides and spreads the spiritual consciousness without limit, and spreads it as much as possible. In Lu Yang's words, it grows infinitely Divergent thinking.At present, only Lu Cang knows this trick, and no one else has specifically embarked on this path, so no one has reached Lu Cang's height.

"I just thought about it for a while, but I don't have any clues. It's easy to separate out a few or dozens of divine consciousness, but it's as difficult as going to tens of thousands!" Lu Yang smiled wryly.

"Haha, okay, I'll pass on a little trick to you, called a thousand points of divine consciousness!" Lu Cang stretched out his hand and drew a spiritual script in the air. The spiritual script is very mysterious, like a round mirror, and there seem to be thousands of eyes in the mirror , Just like the compound eyes of a dragonfly, it makes people dizzy.

"Observe it from time to time, and when you can completely refine this spiritual script, you will be able to separate a thousand strands of divine consciousness!" With a flick of his hand, Lu Cang flicked the spiritual script in front of Lu Yang.

Lu Jianjia looked at Lingwen, her small face suddenly flushed, and the pupils in her eyes were constantly spinning, wow... Lu Jianjia was so dizzy that she couldn't bear it anymore and bent over and vomited.

"Haha, the little girl can't stand this spirit text!" Lu Cang shook his head: "If you can't stand it, don't read it!"

Lu Yang hastily brought Lingwen into his divine court, for fear of affecting his sister again.After Lu Jianjia vomited for a while, her complexion became better, and her drowsy head began to recover.

"What a powerful spirit, how can this thing be cultivated, if the second brother cultivates, will he become a lunatic?" Lu Jianjia was still terrified.

"Don't worry, it's because your Dao karma is too low!" Lu Yang smiled.

"Chun Yang, don't thank Senior Lu Cang. That spirit text is very rare, even if I have no chance to get it. Senior Lu has given you a great benefit!" Huang Zongxi laughed, very satisfied, and he also agreed with Lu Cang's actions He was very surprised, he didn't expect that Lu Cang would be so generous, and passed on Lu Yang's method of splitting his consciousness. You must know that Lu Cang's method of splitting his consciousness is a unique one!

Lu Yang naturally stepped forward to thank him.

"Well, come here, little friend, and take a look at this game of chess that your teacher and I played!" Lu Cang waved his hand as if he had done something insignificant, calling for Lu Yang to come over and watch the game record.

Lu Yang approached and glanced at the chessboard. Because of his wisdom gradually developing, Lu Yang only took a few breaths in a game of chess, and he had already seen the mystery of the chess record clearly. The bits are also counted.

"One son behind, the senior lost?" Lu Yang was stunned.

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