One person ascends to the Pure Huang Court

Early the next morning,

Hu Xiuwu got up from the bed, took his knife and went to the rooftop of the hotel to practice the Feitian Yujian style of swordsmanship.

Accompanied by the morning mist and rising sun, practicing martial arts and sword dancing.

Although Yu Baiyuan was somewhat disappointed that he failed to accept Hu Xiuwu as his disciple, he did not have any prejudice against Hu Xiuwu and still admired him very much.

When he noticed that Hu Xiuwu was practicing swordsmanship on the rooftop, he even came over to teach Hu Xiuwu the key points of the Flying Sword Style.

With Yu Baiyuan's guidance, Hu Xiuwu had more or less understood the art of swordsmanship, and at least knew where to work towards in the future.

Hu Xiuwu put away his sword only after the Golden Crow had risen high in the sky. His body was already soaked with sweat. No one's skills can be acquired by just sleeping.

If you hold this idea in mind, then I advise you to have a good sleep. All kinds of things can happen in dreams.

Yu Baiyuan nodded at the side: "That's right, as long as you remember the key points of kendo that I taught you today, you will be able to achieve something in kendo even if there is no one to guide you in the future."

Hu Xiuwu sincerely thanked Bai Yuan for his half-day mentorship, and bowed with his sword in his arms:

"Thank you for your teachings, Senior. I will keep them in mind."

Yu Baiyuan did not evade the question. After all, he deserved it. However, he still smacked his lips and hinted:

"Actually, I'd rather you call me Master."

Hu Xiuwu pretended not to hear, made a sword flower, and continued to practice the sword-drawing technique of Fei Tian Yu Jian Liu on the rooftop.

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The iron door on the rooftop, which had not been maintained for a long time, made a harsh sound of the bolt rubbing against the ground.

"So you two are here. I've been looking for you for quite some time."

Guan Shihua, who came to Hu Xiuwu and Yu Baiyuan to ask for help in pushing the door, was holding a round wooden box in her hand that was about the same thickness as an ordinary incandescent light bulb and about the same height as a cup.

Hu Xiuwu sheathed his sword and said, "Grandma, is there something you want to talk to me about?"

Guan Shihua was very kind when talking to the younger generation: "Gao Lian just sent you a box of soul incense."

"Soul incense for me? Why?"

Hu Xiuwu sheathed his sword, stood on the ground, took the wooden box handed to him by Guan Shihua, and opened it. It was filled with soul incense.

As soon as the wooden box is opened, a strange fragrance wafts out, which makes people feel refreshed when they smell it. This is the effect of the pure incense power hidden in the soul incense.

Guan Shihua said, "As for compensating for your talisman, it is your property that was lost because of Nadutong's actions, so Nadutong should compensate you."

"His original words were: It's his business if Old Monkey (Senior Yu) wants to give you the sword, but Nadutong should also express his opinion."

Yu Baiyuan sighed, "Gao Lian is really open about what he does. The Gao family might have to accumulate for a year to save up a box of soul incense like this."

Even Yu Baiyuan had only taken into account the time it took to accumulate the incense and mental power, and had not yet taken into account the time it took to make the soul incense.

Hu Xiuwu was not unfamiliar with soul incense, not only because of Mr. Hui Er's introduction, but also because Wu Dechang had once considered using this method to strengthen Hu Xiuwu's three souls.

However, he gave up after trying it once more. It was not because soul incense was valuable, with one stick worth tens of thousands, but because Wu Dechang discovered that soul incense, a dead object, could not be identified by itself, and its nourishment to the soul was the same for all.

Hu Xiuwu initially had three weak souls and seven weaker spirits. After practicing the "Huangting Sutra", his seven spirits became strong and his three souls were slightly stronger.

No matter what, it is an inequality. The solution to Hu Xiuwu's twenty-four gods is to reverse the sign of this inequality and change it into a pattern of three souls leading seven spirits.

But the function of this soul incense is to add, or multiply, the same number on both sides of the inequality. It seems that Hu Xiuwu's soul has grown a lot under the nourishment of the soul incense, but it does not solve the fundamental problem.

Isn’t this inequality still the same inequality?

The fundamental problem has not been solved. Perhaps because the numbers on both sides of the inequality have become larger, the problem has become more serious.

Wu Dechang had no choice but to burn his life to find Zhang Huaiyi's trace. Only his Qi body source, which was suspected to be derived from the spirit of a god, could seal Hu Xiuwu's seven spirits without hurting Hu Xiuwu's soul.

Hu Xiuwu closed the lid of the wooden box and thought to himself: With the soul incense, I can save more than ten years of hard work and awaken the soul of the brocade-scaled boa constrictor in the Three Corpse Needles in advance.

Hu Xiuwu held the Wuzhu sheathed imperial cane sword in his right hand and tucked the wooden box containing the soul incense under his armpit. Suddenly he remembered something: "By the way, grandma, didn't you say you wanted to hold a banquet for Big Brother?"

"It's almost noon, why is there no movement?"

Guan Shihua smiled and said, "This banquet is special. The welcome banquet for the disciples will start later."

Oh, Hu Xiuwu became even more curious about this mysterious banquet.

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Guan Shihua said she would be late, but she ended up being late when Jinwu got off work and Yutu came on.

Hu Xiuwu sat cross-legged on the bed, holding the Wuzhu Sheath Imperial Staff Sword across his knees, completing the practice of the Golden Light Mantra today.

There was soul incense burning in the room. The curling green smoke from the soul incense did not rise up and turn into a smoke column like ordinary smoke as it burned. Instead, it danced like a swimming fish, with a translucent body that was barely visible, circling around the Three Corpse Needles and Hu Xiuwu.

As Hu Xiuwu breathed, these fish swaying in the air were absorbed into his body. Relying on the soul incense, his cultivation speed today was obviously faster than usual.

The spirituality of the anaconda in the Three Corpse Needles has also increased a lot, and it is estimated that it will be able to regain its intelligence in a short time.

However, during this process, Hu Xiuwu unexpectedly discovered that the Wuzhu sheathed sword between his knees seemed to be absorbing the pure power of will in the smoke. It seems that this precious sword that has been passed down from the Tang Dynasty to the present is not that simple.

"Hu Xiuwu, Hu Xiuwu!"

Hu Xiuwu heard a melodious call that seemed to come from the horizon, but the call also contained a powerful penetrating power, making this ethereal voice go straight into his soul.

Chapter 84 Changbai Fairyland

Hu Xiuwu was in a state of meditation, his mind focused on his Dantian, listening to his breath, observing the world, polishing his sexual light, and tempering his soul. Suddenly, he heard a faint, gentle call.

"This, this is soul calling? Someone is trying to call my soul out of my body."

Hu Xiuwu suddenly opened his eyes, a divine light flashed in his eyes, and he jumped up from the bed suddenly. Then he pulled out the Wuzhu sheathed sword between his knees and swung the sword forward.

At the same time, he condensed the Qi on the knife, stimulating the Gengjin Qi on the knife. The Gengjin Qi gathered the evil Qi that was dissipating between heaven and earth, and the sharp and dazzling silver-white evil Qi gathered on the blade.

The person who was calling Hu Xiuwu's name at the side floated backwards nimbly to avoid Hu Xiuwu's attack.

Hu Xiuwu said in astonishment: "Master Huang, why are you here? Were you the one calling my soul just now?"

As he asked, Hu Xiuwu sheathed his knife.

Huang Xiang laughed and said, "I'll take you to the banquet."

After saying this, he looked up and down at Hu Xiuwu's body and said admiringly:

"Yes, your Yuan Shen is very strong. I have been calling you for so long, but I couldn't call out your Yuan Shen. Instead, I aroused your vigilance."

Taoism believes that the three souls are a person's "true nature" (the reality of life), and the seven spirits represent the seven emotions, which are attached to the physical body. If the physical body is destroyed, the seven spirits will be damaged.

Therefore, when Mr. Hui'er's physical body was destroyed, it was like he had suffered a heavy blow and he would not be able to regain consciousness for a while.

The Danding School calls the three souls the primordial spirit, and the primordial spirit leaving the body refers to the three souls leaving the body.

Hu Xiuwu said: "But my sexual skills are not yet fully developed, so my soul cannot leave my body."

"It's okay. I'm here to help you. I'll protect your soul and take you to the banquet. Haiji has already gone to help your elder brother."

"We have to hurry up and not fall behind them,"

What kind of banquet is it that requires one to leave one's body to attend?

Out of trust in Huang Xiang, Hu Xiuwu fell back on the bed, released his protection of the three souls, and allowed Huang Xiang to summon the three souls out of his body.

Hu Xiuwu's three souls floated out of his body slowly, and Huang Xiang blew out a stream of spiritual energy to protect Hu Xiuwu's three souls. Then he took Hu Xiuwu's three souls' hands and was about to take them away.

But when Hu Xiuwu's soul was ten feet away from his physical body, it suddenly stopped, as if there was an invisible wall of air in front of it, blocking his way.

Huang Xiang didn't believe it and pulled hard, but it didn't move.

I pulled again, but it still didn't move.

Hu Xiuwu's soul was floating in the wind like a kite, and like a kite, it was restrained by a strong silk thread, and the other end of the silk thread seemed to be tied to a thousand-pound bluestone.

His three souls drifted in the wind like wisps of green smoke, but they were always within a ten-foot radius around his physical body.

Huang Xiang didn't believe it. He was an immortal who had practiced for more than a hundred years, but he couldn't pull a child who was less than 20 years old.

Huang Xiang exhaled demonic energy, enveloping Hu Xiuwu's soul and strengthening the protection of his soul to prevent his soul from being injured when he pulled Hu Xiuwu's soul with all his strength next time.

After making preparations, Huang Xiang used all his strength to pull Hu Xiuwu out ten feet away.

But before he could be happy, he found that behind Hu Xiuwu, another "soul" of Hu Xiuwu was pulled out of his body.

Huang Xiang was a little confused: What's going on? Can there be two of this thing?

This 'primordial spirit' looked a little more mature and majestic than Hu Xiuwu, just like a young emperor who succeeded to the throne at a young age.

The strange thing is that above this 'primordial spirit', the five orifices of this 'primordial spirit' were sealed with cloud brocade silk made of strange and mysterious qi that Huang Xiang had never seen before.

Not only were his five orifices sealed, but there were also chains made of the same Qi on his body that tightly bound his limbs.

Ever since this 'primordial spirit' came out, Hu Xiuwu's body has undergone strange changes. His skin surged like waves, as if there were more Yin spirits roaring in his body, ready to break through the constraints of the physical body and follow the 'primordial spirit' out.

Without prison guards, the prisoners became restless.

Seeing this scene, Huang Xiang's soul body, which was like ink-black mist, suddenly expanded in an instant, and it seemed that even the color faded, just like a frightened cat with its fur standing on end.

He hadn't felt this instinctive fear for a long time. It was like the helplessness he felt when he was surrounded by wolves while foraging in the wilderness before he obtained Qi.

Seeing that Huang Xiang did not move and was just looking at the thing behind him, Hu Xiuwu followed Huang Xiang's gaze and turned back to see what was happening.

Seeing the 'primordial spirit' that looked exactly like him, Hu Xiuwu was not afraid. Instead, he greeted him happily as if he had met an old friend he hadn't seen for many years:

"Yes, Jinggen, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The brain god Jinggen did not respond to him. Only then did Hu Xiuwu notice Jinggen's appearance and suddenly realized.

By the way, before his sexual cultivation reaches the level where he can break the seal left by Master Huaiyi, his brain god, essence root and other body gods are still sealed by Master Huaiyi.

Hu Xiuwu stretched out his hand and gently pressed on Jinggen's body: "In this case, please help me protect my body for a while."

He gently pushed back on the brain god and the essence root, and easily sent the essence root that Huang Xiang had used all his strength to move a step back to his own body.

With the return of the Brain God, the Essence Root, the other twenty-four body gods were suppressed by the Essence Root and stopped moving.

Hu Xiuwu then turned to Huang Xiang and said, "Master Huang, let's go."

Seeing Hu Xiuwu's innocent face, Huang Xiang felt resentful in his heart:

You are such a jerk! I was wondering why you suddenly changed your mind and insisted that I come to pick up Xiao Shugo. It turns out you wanted to make fun of me. You just wait for me!

"Oh, right," Hu Xiuwu seemed to remember something, "since all the disciples have left their bodies to attend the banquet, who will guard our bodies?"

Huang Xiang was still cursing Hui Er in his heart. When he heard Hu Xiuwu's question, he said unhappily: