The man in the battle robe saw that the handsome Taoist was just lying on his side and did not answer, as if he was asleep. Although he came here under the order of his master, with the means of his master and two uncles, he did not need to say anything when he came here. He just had the idea of ​​visiting, and the uncles would know it as soon as he had the idea.

It's not that I'm sleeping, I just don't want to see you.

I recalled the instructions given by my master before he went into seclusion.

Uncle Shangqing might not be very happy to hear that I came to visit him unexpectedly.

It's time to [close your eyes and take a nap] for a while.

At that time, he asked his master how he should respond.

At that time, Jade Pure Yuanshi Great Celestial Lord only smiled and replied:

"Let him go, there's no harm in waiting for him."

So this man, who was also very majestic in the Heavenly Palace, just stood there quietly without saying a word, and would not sit down in front of his uncle. But when he glanced at this place, he saw that there was a cushion beside his uncle's Tai Chi diagram, which seemed to be prepared for someone. He was slightly surprised.

Could it be that on ordinary days, there is still someone who comes to chat and drink tea with the uncle master?

You are qualified to sit before the Great Heavenly Venerable Shangqing Lingbao.

I wonder who it is?

Or a senior who has been practicing in seclusion? Or a personal friend of my uncle?

Although he was curious, he did not investigate. He just calmed down and waited for the Lord of the Dao in front of him to wake up from his light sleep.

…

What Qi Wuhuo saw before his eyes was the spiritual charm of countless words coming together to form a real man. He subconsciously analyzed it in his mind, and the Taoist in black clothes, who seemed real and illusory, glanced at him and asked casually, "What are you thinking about, little Taoist?"

The young Taoist replied, "The Dao Lord's previous words contain his own divine will."

"It can make the image of the Great Dao Lord reflected in the soul of the person who sees the text."

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

Such understanding is quite common.

Just tell what you know.

In fact, it was because the young Taoist understood the content of the scroll and truly had his own understanding, which triggered the back-up plan in the scroll and caused him to appear.

I hope it's not too boring.

The young Taoist thought for a moment and said, "Instead of just writing words on the scroll, this time it's like writing in the void. It's no longer flat like on the scroll, but three-dimensional. Is that so? This time it's not like writing directly on every word."

“Different words carry the spirit and will of different parts.”

"If it is combined, it will be like a spirit, an avatar. Can it walk between heaven and earth like a real person?"

The Taoist in black paused.

His brows raised slightly.

Oh? That's interesting.

Qi Wuhuo paused slightly, as if thinking about something.

In that case.

So if we use cloud seal as the basis and write an article in this way, wouldn't we be able to use the charm of it to show many unpredictable means?

In that case, when you lift the pen, a dragon will appear circling, and when you put down the pen, steaming clouds and dreams will appear.

All things in the world, as long as you have seen them, can be put into words and then reproduced?

Well... this scroll says that the sword is only one aspect of the great way. Among the three thousand great ways in the world, all of them are like this.

Is it possible to do it with a sword?

Such sounds are nothing but the speech of one's own spirit.

But the Taoist in black could hear it clearly.

The Taoist showed a look of surprise on his face.

Such is the level of understanding.

ha!

Safe too!

Such enlightenment should not be inferior to that of the Supreme lineage.

They are far superior to the disciples accepted by Yuqing. Those disciples of Yuqing are all stubborn. They have no problem practicing seriously. They have extraordinary perseverance and strong comprehension, but they are not very flexible. They only focus on practicing the great way and follow Yuqing's teachings without any doubt. Few of them have the ability to draw inferences from one example.

It seems interesting.

The Taoist in black nodded slightly.

Then he sat down calmly.

Without giving the young Taoist the chance to speak, his eyes were deep and unchanged, his tone was calm, and he said calmly:

"I am but a fragment of a thought, dependent only on words, not something that will last forever."

"It is not the real body, nor is it the real body."

“No need to be polite, no need to say too much.”

"Today, there is no difference in status or identity. We only discuss the Dao and the sword."

The young Taoist priest understood immediately, and simply held the sword upside down, with the tip of the sword against the ground, and bowed with his hands.

"I have no doubts. I am honored to meet you, Lord Dao."

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

"Please sit down."

The Taoist in black asked the young Taoist to sit cross-legged in front of him. The whisk in his hand was like a sword. With just a sweep, he started to talk. Every word was audible to him. He could only feel the mystery in his heart, but it was difficult to express it in words. Only I and you know it, and it is difficult to explain to others. Qi Wuhuo just listened attentively, and gradually entered into what the Taoist in black was saying.

It is not a supernatural power, and it is even difficult to say that it is cultivation.

It was just a simple discussion and did not involve any key points of cultivation or sword techniques.

In fact, it is not so much a discussion of Tao.

It's better to just talk.

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

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

Just occasionally mentioning the part involving swordsmanship would summarize everything that had been discussed before, like a game between two great masters, where the casual moves made earlier would become the killer moves later.

The young Taoist was free of self and seemed as if he were drunk.

Suddenly, the Taoist in black stopped his story and said, "You listen to my story, and I want to see what you are capable of."

"There is a give and take, and that is the way of talking."

"Otherwise, wouldn't it be that I am teaching you the Dharma?"

"Not right, not right."

"Let me see your swordsmanship."

The young Taoist stood up and was about to pick up the sword to kill the thief.

The Taoist in black didn't see any movement, and the sword that could kill thieves naturally appeared in front of him.

The black-clothed Daojun lowered his eyes slightly and saw the way of tempering the mortal world into treasure on the sword body. Although the method was crude and the skills were almost non-existent, the style of tempering the mortal world into treasure was purer and more authentic than those cultivators who were proficient in spiritual treasures and called themselves the masters of weapon refining. He raised his eyes slightly and commented: "Although the method is crude, it is not worth mentioning."

“But it’s still kind of interesting overall.”

"It's not like those idiots spent countless natural resources and treasures, but what they produced was nothing but a piece of rotten wood that was meticulously carved and engraved with patterns."

"Take it and temper and nourish it yourself."

The black-clothed Taoist master tapped the thief-killing sword three times with his fingers.

Then he swept his sleeves and returned the sword to the scabbard.

It was just like a migratory bird returning to the forest, and its speed was even several times faster than when Qi Wuhuo was controlling it, almost turning into a stream of light.

Then he said: "Not right, not right. Although you tempered this sword yourself, it is too immature."

“Just like a baby bird breaking out of its shell, although we can look forward to its future, we cannot immediately expect it to soar into the sky.”

"Killing people is fine, but acting is not that good."

The Taoist in black said calmly: "In this city, only this sword can be used."

He tapped the air lightly with his fingers.

Qi Wuhuo heard a long sword sound. The sword hanging on the Lu Zu Tower of Lianyang Temple was whistling violently.

Then it turned directly into a sword light.

It flew out from the scabbard, seeming to have a very strong spirituality, and the powerful sword energy was about to rush straight towards the bullfight.

He wanted to vent the sword energy that had been pent up for hundreds of years.

But in the end, he behaved himself, restrained all his sword energy and murderous intent, and turned it into a ray of sword light, flying directly in through the window.

The doors and windows were closed, but the sword energy was as cold as frost, breaking through the window without damaging the window at all. It must be the sword immortal's thing.

Then he slowly returned to his original appearance in front of the young Taoist priest.

It was a sharp sword with the words engraved on it: [With this sword, you travel the world and kill too many people. You can no longer control yourself. You have hurt yourself several times and it has backfired on me. I abandon it here and leave one of my Dharma veins to suppress it. In the name of refining Yang, use the most yang and strong energy to dissipate the cold and murderous intent - Lu Chunyang], the black-clothed Dao Lord seemed to sneer, and then swept his sleeves and said lightly:

"Just use this sword to dance for now, and I will see how capable you are."

The immortal sword floating in the air slowly flew in front of Qi Wuhuo.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand and grasped the sword.

This sword was abandoned by Lu Chunyang because of "too much killing, which backfired on himself several times", and was sealed here for hundreds of years, causing it to become more and more ferocious. It roared violently, as if it wanted to make the heaven and earth tremble. The entire Lianyang Temple seemed to be shrouded in this majestic and terrifying murderous intent, and this cold murderous intent was still spreading madly like an evil dragon or a demon tiger that was about to be released from its cage after being hungry for hundreds of years.

Looking at this trend, it seems that all the millions of people in Zhongzhou City will be enveloped in this sword energy and murderous intent in one breath.

The sword roared like a tiger, soaring into the sky and splitting the earth, as if it was about to bar its fangs and tear everything into pieces.

The Taoist in black lowered his eyes slightly, feeling the will conveyed by the words.

"Um?"

The sword suddenly became quiet.

It stayed in the void for a long time.

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

The sword still whistled slightly.

But he was no longer cruel and overbearing, no longer crazy and murderous, and even did not try to kill Lu Chunyang.

But it is low, subtle, and long.

The young Taoist held the sword, and the air was naturally separated by the blade, and he could feel a strange sense of smoothness.

As docile as a kitten that has not yet been weaned.

Then he raised his hand and pointed the sword.

He knocked on the sword with one hand, and suddenly danced it at will. At first, it was like a dream, a chivalrous knight's move. His sword moves were sharp and swift. When dancing, it was as if flowers were in full bloom. The dense sword energy forced people's souls and invaded people's bones. Then, it changed suddenly, and the change was so mellow and pure that there was already the majestic aura of a sword immortal descending to the earth.

It was the Hunyuan sword technique that Yu Miao had comprehended.

What the "black-robed Taoist" represented by those words talked about was not swordsmanship, nor were there any detailed techniques or tips.

It simply states the contents of that book.

It points out the direction.

Everything depends on self-realization.

Some people only picked up a few gravel, while others could be seen as mountains and hills. Whatever they could take away was up to them.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged, holding a whisk in his hand, and watching the young Taoist dancing with a sword with a calm expression.

There was regret deep in his eyes.

That's all, it's not worth worrying about.

Among his disciples, there are countless people with exquisite sword techniques. Although the latter type of sword technique is also extremely good, what is the difference?

It's just an exquisite sword technique.

There are so many exquisite sword techniques, and people who know exquisite sword techniques are everywhere.

Even if there is a Marshal Guarding the South Gate of Heaven, he is only there to guard the gate to heaven. Isn't his swordsmanship extremely exquisite?

It’s boring. It’s boring.

While thinking this, Qi Wuhuo paused, and the sword momentum stopped suddenly. He pondered for a long time, and suddenly moved again. The energy on the sword changed, and the sword moves were suddenly dispersed. Some of them were the martial arts sword moves that were once scolded by Senior Sister Yu Miao in the book, the sword immortal schools he had seen, and the many sword immortal moves contained in the Hunyuan Sword Classic.

However, performing sword techniques requires an inner mental method and a way to circulate Qi, and it is not just a random slashing and swinging.

Swordsmen in this world emphasize not sticking to certain techniques, but sword techniques are actually the circulation of one's own innate Qi and spirit.

If you are not careful, the conflict of qi may cause you to cough up blood.

It even caused his own soul to split apart.

The young Taoist's performance this time was full of twists and turns, whether it was the exquisiteness of his swordsmanship or the sinister sword intent he revealed.

It is far worse than before.

It's almost like a child waving a branch around, which is almost funny.

But the bored Taoist in black raised his eyes slightly, and a hint of interest appeared in his eyes.

When the second sword fight was over, the young Taoist held the sword quietly for a long time, closing his eyes and meditating.

He raised his sword and slashed again.

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

The Taoist in black swept the whisk in his hand, and an invisible energy seemed to spread around, covering up the sound of the sword and all traces of the sword energy.

The first time was to practice the moves and techniques of Hunyuan Sword Sutra.

The second time it had lost 30% of its original charm. It lost its charm and also lost the characteristics of the Hunyuan Sword Classic.

The third time was completely different.

Finally, after countless times, the swordsmanship in the hands of the young Taoist no longer showed any traces of anyone else, and there was even no difference in the moves or magical powers. The sword moves were sharp and calm, and finally completely broke away from the scope of Hunyuan Sword Classic.

At this moment, everything is no longer constrained by whether it is a high-grade mental formula or a low-grade crude move, but just follows my thoughts.

The black-robed Taoist's eyes lit up, and he suddenly swept the whisk in his hand and asked, "What kind of swordsmanship did you use, kid?"

At this moment, the young Taoist entered a state of no self, and just naturally followed the perception of his soul and answered naturally:

"Not swordsmanship."

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

"Non-swordsmanship."

"The art is not enough, then, what is the sword art?"

"Not swordsmanship."

"What is this?"

"It's not Tao, it's me!"

Then the Taoist in black laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, what a non-Taoist, what a non-Taoist, what a non-Taoist, what a non-Taoist!"

"You know my way."

"I see your heart."

"There is nothing better than this."

The Taoist in black seemed extremely happy and excited, and then he swept the whisk in his hand, just as he would inevitably do.

Naturally, it is said:

"Do you have a teacher?"