Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 409: Five Fires Returning to Origin, Innate Frozen Divine Light (Subscribe!)
The morning mist in the mountains had not yet dissipated. In front of a bamboo hut deep in the mountains, a Taoist in a green robe was squatting in front of a small stone stove, making a fire.

He was wearing a rough Taoist robe and was using a flint to strike a fire. The pine branches in the furnace made a slight crackling sound and the flames gradually grew stronger.

"Qinghan, the water is boiling." The young Taoist called softly, his voice clear and gentle.

The door of the bamboo house creaked open, and a beautiful nun walked out slowly, carrying tea sets. Her long black hair was loosely tied up with a wooden hairpin, and her white Taoist robe made her skin look like snow.

The most touching thing is the pair of eyes, which are crystal clear and seem to reflect the aura of the mountain.

Lazy, willful and casual, this is the state of life of the two at this moment.

More than two hundred years ago, Lu Cheng traveled to the Dingzhang World in the Tianfo Sect's Golden Boat for Deliverance. At that time, he had a marriage with the female cultivator Lin Qinghan.

More than two hundred years later, Lu Cheng brought Lin Qinghan to the Fiery Realm and opened a cave for her. He would come to visit her from time to time to renew their old relationship.

"Today, we are using the newly fallen snow water to make tea, which must have a special taste." Lin Qinghan knelt on the futon and laid out the tea sets one by one.

After a while, the copper kettle on the stove made a slight humming sound, and the snow water had boiled.

Lin Qinghan took out a small bag of tea wrapped in mulberry paper and opened it carefully. The tea leaves were dark green, shaped like sparrow tongues, and exuded a faint fragrance.

"This is the wild tea I picked from the back mountain the day before yesterday. I roasted it myself." She put the tea leaves into the teapot, and the boiling water waves swept the tea leaves in and threw them up.

After waiting for a while, Lu Cheng took the teacup handed to him by his wife, smelled the tea first, and then took a sip: "The tea soup is clear, slightly bitter at first, but the sweetness is long-lasting. Qinghan, your tea art has become more and more sophisticated."

"It's just following nature's will." Lin Qinghan also raised his cup and took a sip, squinting his eyes in satisfaction.

“Tea grows in the mountains, and I just present its true taste.”

"This may be what the ancient sages said, 'Tao follows nature.'"

The two smiled at each other, and they felt at peace without saying anything.

The fog in the mountains gradually dissipated, and the sunlight shone through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting mottled light and shadows on the ground.

The sound of birds singing in the distance made the valley seem even quieter.

As the sun rose higher, three rounds of tea were served. Lu Cheng stood up, stretched his muscles, and walked to the open space in front of the house to start practicing a set of boxing. His movements were slow, fast, orderly, and smooth, as if he had merged with the shape of the mountain behind him.

Lin Qinghan packed up the tea set, stood by the door, and quietly admired her husband's figure.

After a set of boxing, Lu Cheng's blood was boiling. Lin Qinghan came forward and handed him a white handkerchief. He took it and wiped his face, then suddenly held his wife's slender hand.

"Qinghan, how about we go for a walk in the back mountains this afternoon?"

Lin Qinghan nodded in agreement, but then added: "But we have to have lunch first. I have already cooked two spirit fish, and we can't let them die in vain."

The lunch was simple but warm, fish soup and white rice. The two sat at the stone table in front of the door, eating in the mountain breeze and sunshine.

After dinner, the Taoist couple walked hand in hand towards the back mountain.

The mountain road was rugged, and Lu Cheng walked in front, turning back from time to time to lend his hand to his wife. Although Lin Qinghan had practiced Taoism for many years and was agile, she still gladly accepted her husband's consideration.

They arrived at a place with beautiful mountains and stopped, and Lin Qinghan raised his hand and pointed.

Lu Cheng looked in the direction she was looking, and saw a few white clouds floating on the top of the mountain, sometimes gathering together, sometimes separating, changing in an unpredictable yet regular manner.

"Just like our fate," he said softly, "it seems like an accidental meeting, but in fact, it may have been predetermined."

Hearing this, Lin Qinghan leaned comfortably on his shoulder. The two of them stood there quietly, listening to the sound of the mountain breeze blowing through the forest and feeling each other's heartbeats.

People who practice Taoism emphasize keeping their minds pure and having few desires, so as not to lose themselves in the complex desires. The less they can see what they really want, the heavier their inner demons will become.

But Lu Cheng feels that a character tempered by the vicissitudes of life and strengthened by thinking and questioning can persist for a longer period of time.

Firmness that is not questioned at all is unstable.

In the evening, they returned to the bamboo house with the herbs they had collected. The setting sun stretched their shadows very long, intertwining them so that they could not be distinguished from each other.

"The moonlight should be very beautiful tonight." Lin Qinghan said as he sorted the herbs: "Why don't we play a song together in the night?"

"Okay, but I'm not good at music, so I'd like to ask Qinghan for your guidance." Lu Cheng said.

As night fell, a bright moon came out as expected, and its light filled the valley. In the open space in front of the bamboo house, Lu Cheng played the zither and Lin Qinghan played the flute. The music echoed in the valley, startling a few birds roosting at night, but soon returned to peace.

When the song ended, the two smiled at each other, knowing each other's feelings without words. The path of cultivation is long and lonely, but with company, the years in the mountains have become the most beautiful time in the depths of memory.

The next morning, the sky was slightly bright.

The cool scent of morning dew floated in the bamboo house. Lu Cheng woke up from his dream. There was still a faint fragrance of orchid on his fingertips, but there was no one beside his pillow.

He slowly stood up, leaving only a few shallow wrinkles on the white quilt, as if the tenderness of sleeping together last night was just an illusion.

Outside the window, bamboo shadows danced and the mountain mist had not yet dissipated. Lu Cheng stood still for a moment, his eyes passing over the teacup on the table that was still warm - it was the magical tea that Lin Qinghan had brewed for him before he left. The curling tea smoke vaguely reflected her silhouette with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes closed.

He suddenly chuckled, but there was no surprise in his eyes.

Two hundred years was enough time for the willful nun to become the patriarch of a sect. Today, Lin Qinghan is the "True Lord Qinghan" admired by all the disciples of Huanyun Valley, and the backbone of the world.

She would still come stepping on the morning dew, boil snow and brew tea with him, and watch the clouds roll by together, but she would no longer be bound by the old love.

The mountain breeze blew through the hall, rolling up a piece of plain paper on the desk. Lu Cheng raised his hand to take it, and saw a half-verse inscribed in a clear and sharp handwriting: "Gathering and dispersing are like clouds, not up to us. As long as the heart of Tao is there, we will meet again."

His fingertips brushed over the ink marks, and he suddenly felt the morning sun breaking through the clouds, and the green bamboos on the mountain were instantly coated with gold.

From afar came the lingering sound of evening drums and morning bells, as long as a sigh.

"These young ladies are more opinionated than each other. We can only ask Chu Yun to send more spiritual objects and classics to them to help them advance."

……

Control the escape light and return to the Jinguan Cave in Canglong Mountain.

Although Lu Cheng has always been dignified in front of his wives and concubines, he did not explain his coming out this time to them. The Xiao sisters thought that he was practicing in the Golden Light Cave.

Now that Qinghan has chosen to return to Huanyun Valley, the matter has come to a temporary end. If there are any changes in the future, an explanation will be given.

At this moment, Lu Cheng discovered a man in black in front of him, and frowned slightly.

The world is so vast, and Lu Cheng didn't believe that a cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage was hiding here and was not waiting for him.

"I have long heard that the master of the Golden Light Cave has profound magical powers and amazing supernatural powers. Today I have come to learn from him."

"If you are not afraid of death, you can take action."

Lu Cheng was not happy because of Lin Qinghan's departure. At this moment, his spiritual sense spread out and he took in the overall situation.

The black-robed monk snorted angrily upon hearing this and directly sacrificed a small red flag. The flag swelled in the wind, and as he quickly made hand gestures, rays of divine light of fire gathered from the sky and earth, surrounding him and forming a dark red light shield that was several feet thick.

Roar!
As the black-robed monk waved the magic flag with both hands, there seemed to be a phantom of an evil demon with double horns on its forehead in the flying flames, roaring towards the sky, looking extremely ferocious.

In an instant, Lu Cheng felt the vibration and surge of ripples in the void. The next moment, the void around him was torn apart, and dark red true fire actually revealed it, covering the sky and everything, and melting the void.

"Not bad, not bad... Junior brother's 'Fifth Turn Fire Elemental Power' has improved again."

In the darkness while the two men were fighting, a hundred miles away, a middle-aged man in a gray Taoist robe was watching the battle closely and was ready to intervene at any time.

The two brothers were born in the Five Fire Cliffs and Guiyuan Cave, the gate of the Yuanshen Sect. Therefore, their magical powers are generally higher than those of most Yuanying cultivators, and they are naturally arrogant.

"I heard that Lu Cheng is a cultivator who practices both magic and body. He has swept the world with his sword and has been invincible since he came out of the mountains. I wonder what means he will use to resist now?"

The middle-aged man in the gray Taoist robe looked at Lu Cheng again, with a hint of expectation between his brows.

Tweet!
Then, suddenly, there was a loud and clear sound of a phoenix that seemed to pierce through the sky and clouds!

Immediately afterwards, the dark red flames were dispersed by an extremely powerful magical power, and a huge snow-white wing extended from each side.

With just a wave of the pair of snow-white wings, the true fire demon flames in the sky were dispersed.

The fourth of Xuantian's Thirteen Transformations: The Hanming Ice Phoenix Transformation, condensing the magical power and the innate freezing divine light.

An ice phoenix with a gorgeous snow-white body and a height of a hundred feet flapped its wings and flew up. A cold and brutal magical power spread out, freezing the void and even extinguishing the flames in the sky.

"Is this... the true spirit bloodline, or a change in the physical body?"

The conceited and arrogant man no longer existed, and the gray-robed middle-aged monk showed some fear on his face. No matter which one it was, it seemed to be very restraining to the Five Fire Cliffs and Guiyuan Cave Dharma Lineage.

Tweet!
At this moment, the huge ice phoenix let out another long cry, and countless water forces in the void gathered together, eventually transforming into a ray of extremely cold and yin divine light, which hit the Taoist in black robe.

Click, click!
Just a contact of spiritual thoughts, just a gaze, and a layer of snow-white ice suddenly appeared on the body of the Taoist in black, and first on the limbs, then on the torso, and then on the head... Water overcomes fire.

The black-robed monk's fire-based skills are very profound and wonderful. It is difficult for ordinary Nascent Soul monks to mobilize the power of the void. The most common way to use it is:
The physical body was damaged and the Nascent Soul escaped. The Nascent Soul condensed only by spiritual consciousness and magic power attracted the power of the void and completed the teleportation.

The magic power of an ordinary cultivator in the early Nascent Soul stage is so great that even their physical bodies cannot move away.

However, the spells of this black-robed monk can use the power of his own magic weapon to directly burn the void and transmit the spell through the gaps in the void to achieve a sure-hit attack effect. Combined with his terrifying true fire cultivation, it is indeed very powerful.

When faced with this kind of attack, an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator would have very little time to react and would most likely be burned to death in one blow.

However, Lu Cheng directly resolved it with the Thirteen Reforms of Xuantian, and at the same time he used the innate freezing divine light magic power that he had condensed not long ago.

The black-robed monk was good at controlling the fire-based skills, but when he encountered Lu Cheng's water-based skills, he was restrained everywhere and his power was greatly reduced!

The principle of the mutual generation and restraint of the Five Elements is still useful even in the world of earthly immortals.

Lu Cheng's innate freezing divine light did not have the ability to burn the void, but as long as it was sensed by spiritual consciousness and seen by the naked eye, it would affect people, as if it was about to lead people into an era of the universe where freezing had lasted for eternity and only ice existed forever.

Faced with the whistling innate freezing divine light, the black-robed monk could only slap his Qiankun bag and once again offer up a khaki sixth-level seal.

The flames around the monk rolled into it continuously, and the seemingly ordinary ochre-colored seal burst out with amazing spiritual light at this moment!

Use fire to create earth, and move mountains with jade seal.

Earth overcomes water.

High-level monks who only practice the fire element are not stupid. They know their weaknesses better than other monks, so they will naturally use talismans and magic weapons to make up for their weaknesses. Just like this black-robed monk, he uses the fire element magic power to activate the earth element magic weapon, which is very powerful, and he can use earth to break water.

This is just like how physical cultivators would focus on armor (the strongest point is the weakest point), and sword cultivators would focus on their own defense (practicing the sword technique of combining man and sword). No high-level cultivator would turn a blind eye to his own weaknesses.

"go with!"

The black-robed monk formed seals with his hands, and infinite fire divine light poured into the seal.

The bright yellow seal instantly grew larger, like a mountain carved from topaz, blocking the innate freezing divine light.

The ice did spread rapidly, turning it into an iceberg, but with the continuous infusion of magic power, the shape of the mountain became larger and larger, causing the ice to crack and shatter, and it had no real meaning.

Upon seeing this, the huge Ice Phoenix let out a hissing cry, flapped its wings, and suddenly soared into the sky. In just a few flashes, it had disappeared from the sea of ​​clouds. Ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators can only use their Nascent Soul to tear the void as a means of survival. The Ice Phoenix has a talent for space, so it can easily tear the void and travel through it with its physical body, but the magic power required is extremely huge.

That huge frozen mountain had solid defenses, but catching up with the Ice Phoenix was impossible.

"Did he escape using his Void Divine Ability? The situation is unclear right now and we are facing the enemy abruptly. It is not a cowardly choice to retreat temporarily."

The middle-aged monk in gray robe whispered this, and then suddenly he had a feeling that a disaster was about to happen.

"not good!"

The middle-aged cultivator suddenly turned around, with a blazing flame burning in his hand, and raised it violently. However, a huge ice phoenix suddenly swooped out from the void behind him as if it was passing through water waves.

The wings vibrated, the phoenix's cry continued, and the terrifying power of the freezing divine light seemed to freeze all his thoughts.

"out!"

The middle-aged monk in the grey robe had just put all his strength into casting an earth-based protective magic shield when he saw a sudden burst of spiritual light before his eyes, which transformed into a Taoist priest in heavy black armor.

The fifth of Xuantian's Thirteen Changes: North Sea Kunpeng Transformation, condensing supernatural powers, North Sea Kunpeng Dance.

As for the heavy armor on his body, it was the Heavenly Demon Heavy Armor transformed by the Heavenly Demon Boy.

This former number one treasure in the Tongxuan Realm is already at the sixth level, and is full of spirituality and can nourish the spirit of the instrument.

Even the twenty-four demon gods only cast spells to trap it and did not subdue it by force, for fear of damaging its spirituality and preventing it from being promoted to the seventh level.

If a Yuanshen demon cultivator has a seventh-level defensive magic weapon in his hand, his chances of ascending to the upper realm will be greatly increased.

After falling into Lu Cheng's hands, Lu Cheng had no way to deal with this Heavenly Demon Boy until his incarnation entered the spiritual world and obtained countless spiritual objects and Taoist inheritances, from which he found the method to be used to offer sacrifices to the Heavenly Demon Palace.

With the corresponding method, combined with Lu Cheng's own magic power, the Demon Boy could only be subdued. What's more, Lu Cheng gave a detailed method to advance it to the seventh level.

A seventh-level spiritual magic weapon is a treasure even in the world of immortals.

The sixth-order top-level magic weapon combined with the Nascent Soul mid-level physical cultivation and the North Sea Kunpeng Dance; accompanied by the Taoist's arms swinging, two became four, four became eight, eight became dozens, and finally, heavy fists were coming from all directions. From the perspective of the gray-robed middle-aged monk, the Taoist's fists were coming from all directions.

Moreover, the Taoist's body shape was like an extremely violent hurricane, he struck faster and faster, more fiercely and more violently, and as his body flashed, ripples of strong wind like surging waves were visible to the naked eye in all directions.

boom.

The sixth-order protective magic shield was forcibly broken, and even the protective magic power of the middle-aged monk in gray robe was increasingly distorted and dissipated under the tearing and bombardment of the black and gray shadows all around.

"Brother!"

Seeing this, the black-robed monk was a little frightened and wanted to fly away, but at this moment, the horror of facing life and death made the black-robed monk's escape stop abruptly.

The spiritual consciousness that was almost at the peak of the middle stage of the Nascent Soul spread out, and the black-robed monk immediately saw that an invisible and tangible transparent sword net had appeared in front of him at some point, densely blocking the space. If he had not given a warning in his mind or ignored it just now, his body would have been chopped off at this moment.

"Invisible flying sword, refining the sword into silk!? When did it happen?"

These two Nascent Soul cultivators from Guiyuan Cave in Wuhuo Cliff, the younger brother was named Chiyanzi and the older brother was named Yanxuzi. Actually, they had no ill intentions at first.

It's just that after recently learning that a new direct descendant of the Yuanshen seemed to have appeared in the Fiery Realm, I wanted to come over and make the acquaintance of him.

Yuanshen cultivators often ignore worldly affairs and focus on practicing to ascend to heaven. After all, the path to immortality is almost right in front of them. Who would be willing to get involved in cause and effect and add variables to the path?
The lower the realm a cultivator reaches in his practice, the more he relies on cultivation resources, such as the foundation-building stage, the purple mansion stage, and the golden elixir stage. But after reaching the golden elixir stage, the requirements for the cultivator's own nature become increasingly stringent.

Even when reaching the Golden Core and Nascent Soul realms, there are more sect cultivators than independent cultivators, but when it comes to the Yuanshen realm, among the Yuanshen cultivators in the mortal world, the independent cultivators and sect cultivators are 4:6, with the former only slightly less than the sect cultivators, because the former have practiced all the way up, and their tempering of their nature and pursuit of the Great Dao, to a certain extent, exceed the sect cultivators who have the protection and ties of the sect.

Spirit cultivators often ignore worldly affairs, and this is even more true for the spirits of independent cultivators. The spirits of a sect owe the sect their innate fate, and most of them have to suppress the sect's destiny. The spirits of independent cultivators often only include a few disciples to assist them in their cultivation.

After this person's spirit ascended to heaven or passed away, his disciples divided up the treasures left by their master and either practiced on their own or established their own sects. This is how countless powerful sects in the world of immortal cultivation developed and prospered.

Therefore, when the souls of independent cultivators are still alive, these soul-distinguished cultivators are often in a parallel state with the world of immortal cultivation and do not easily intervene, but they do have interactions with each other.

Now suddenly a Lu Zhenjun from the Jinguan Cave in Canglong Mountain appeared, and Chi Yanzi and Yanxuzi came together to investigate.

The original plan was for Chi Yanzi to fight with Lu Cheng. Regardless of the outcome, Yan Xuzi would come out to smooth things over. Two mid-to-late Nascent Soul cultivators came to show their goodwill and were direct descendants of the Yuanshen. I think no one would refuse to accept it.

However, the two brothers had never imagined that Lu Cheng, who had cultivated the three treasures of essence, energy and spirit, was so powerful that he could sense Yan Xuzi's existence first, and then launched a close attack with the technique of void supernatural power and physical cultivation.

The close combat technique of the physical cultivator was fierce and indestructible. For a moment, Yanxuzi, who had even greater magical power, was in danger and could not escape.

Just when Chi Yanzi was blocked by the invisible sword net and was in a dilemma, the battle situation in the distance suddenly changed.

"boom!"

A circle of red flames suddenly exploded around Yanxuzi's body, and the fire spiritual power within a hundred miles gathered together, almost like the magical power of the soul.

The flames seemed to have spirits and transformed into nine fire dragons, roaring and flying in all directions, temporarily forcing back Taoist Lu Cheng's attack.

"Fellow Daoist Lu, please stop!" Yanxuzi took the opportunity to quickly retreat a hundred feet, and when he raised his sleeve, an ebony token flew out:
"This is the Five Fire Cliff's token. My fellow disciples have no ill intentions in coming here!"

Lu Cheng's retreating figure circled in the air. After landing, he looked at the token floating in the air, which was engraved with the words "Five Fires Return to Origin".

The faint aura of the soul emanating from the token cannot be faked; it is indeed a token of inheritance from the Five Fire Cliff lineage.

"If you have no ill intentions, why are you hiding your true intentions?"

Chi Yanzi smiled bitterly upon hearing this, and said with a bow, "Brother Lu, please understand. We two heard that a new Yuanshen descendant has been promoted to the Liehuo Dharma Realm, so we came here to make friends. But..."

He glanced at his brother's embarrassed appearance and said, "I didn't expect that Brother Dao's magical power is so amazing."

At this time, Yanxuzi had retracted the flames that protected his body, revealing his true appearance.

This was a middle-aged monk with an elegant face, but his robe was torn and his hair was messy. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a bitter smile and said politely, "Daoyou Lu's Taoist magic is really amazing, but I got carried away and humiliated myself. I am ashamed. If you hadn't shown mercy just now, I'm afraid my body would have been destroyed."

The mountain wind swept across the battlefield, bringing with it the lingering echoes of ice and fire. Lu Cheng finally lifted the transformation, and his dark heavy armor faded away like flowing water, revealing his original green robe. He reached out to catch the suspended token and took a closer look, then suddenly raised his eyebrows:

"Is your master the Red Cloud Divine Lord?"

Yanxuzi's eyes lit up when he heard this: "Daoyou, do you recognize my master?"

“Although the Fiery Realm Yuanshen cultivator has disappeared, how could the cultivators in the world not pay attention to him?” Lu Cheng’s expression eased a little, and he threw the token back: “Since you are my disciple, let’s leave it at that.”

Chi Yanzi hurried forward to continue to apologize, and then took out a red jade gourd from his sleeve: "This is the 'Fire Dates and Nectar', a specialty of my Five Fire Cliff. Just consider it as an apology to Brother Dao."

Lu Cheng took the gourd and sniffed it. He could smell a strong aroma of dates mixed with a hint of alcohol. It was indeed a sacred product. He nodded slightly and said, "You two have come from afar. Why don't we chat in the Golden Light Cave?"

(End of this chapter)