Qi Wuhuo didn't know what was happening. He just stood in the scripture pavilion with a sword in his hand. His eyes slightly closed, he unconsciously recalled and thought about the contents of the sword. He just felt that the many insights he had gained from swinging the sword casually before now emerged like flowing water. All kinds of wonderful things, holding the sword like a pen, were only written on a blank bamboo slip in the scripture pavilion.

There are not many spaces on the bamboo slips for writing, and in fact only a few lines can be written.

However, Qi Wuhuo subconsciously put his own sword spirit and charm on the sword tip and wrote down the cloud seal naturally.

Every cloud seal and every turning point contain extremely rich thoughts.

He kept striking the sword, releasing all the sword energy in his chest in one breath.

He finished the work in one go, with great pleasure, and had already carved all the words on the bamboo slip. The young Taoist exhaled a breath, and felt that the anger in his chest had finally calmed down. Suddenly, he heard a laugh, and someone said, "Little Taoist, you are not bad. You can already write sword tactics?"

Qi Wuhuo then noticed that the Great Dao Lord had transformed into a phantom in a dream.

It seems like the shadows of bamboo under the moon, which will disperse if you don't pay attention.

The Taoist in black looked at the sword technique with a smile on his face. With his strength, he could transform countless thoughts into thoughts that circulate in the world, and still exist in Shangqing Heaven to preach. He wanted to leave earlier, but when he saw the sword intent surging from Qi Wuhuo, he wanted to see what else he could do, so he stayed.

After a brief inspection, he nodded slightly: "Not bad."

"But unfortunately, it is only at the level of the Three Elements and the Innate Qi, and the level of the Innate Qi is not comprehensive yet."

"As for the part after this, it is more about ideas."

"It still looks immature."

The voice paused, and then continued: "However, after all, you are only the innate Qi, and it is good enough that you can write something like this. It is still good enough."

Qi Wuhuo shook his head and said, "It was the senior who helped me with the instructions."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to write it by myself."

“If one day, this sword art is really mastered, I should also write down the experience of this sword fight with Senior Daojun at the very beginning and tell other people who practice swordsmanship, instead of saying that this is just my own understanding.”

Senior Sister Yu Miao’s Hunyuan Sword Canon is also included in it.

The Taoist in black couldn't help but burst into laughter and said, "You are so funny. Others are eager to take all the credit for themselves to prove that they are unique and talented. Everything they have done is accomplished by themselves, and there is no one else to help share the fame. But you want to share this fame with others?"

“It’s a bit interesting!”

"It was originally because of the guidance of the Great Dao Lord that I was able to gain some understanding."

"Okay, forget it, it's up to you then."

The black-robed Taoist swept his sleeves, and a layer of flowing light appeared on the bamboo slips. Then, the Yuan Qi between heaven and earth gathered and turned into another bamboo slip. The wood marks, dust, sword marks, and even the remaining sharpness and fierce aura were exactly the same as the one next to Qi Wuhuo. When the Taoist youth saw the stunned look on his face, he smiled and said:

"The Xuanmen transformation technique can turn stone into gold and create something out of nothing."

"Those with lower cultivation levels can only transform into ordinary objects."

"With a little practice, everything in the world can be transformed. In a single thought, countless magic weapons can be condensed in the void."

"Why, little one, do you want to learn?"

"If you want to become my disciple, I can teach you this method now."

The young Taoist sighed.

Then he cupped his hands and responded, "Lord Dao is joking."

"I already have a master."

The voice paused, and then said seriously: "Once a teacher, always a teacher."

"I only have one teacher in this life."

Da Daojun smiled and said, "Oh? Really? I see. That's how it should be."

Anyway, your teacher is also from the Shangqing lineage.

If you become my disciple at that time, it won't be considered as jumping out of the sect.

However, respect your teachers.

Do not switch to other people's school.

Such a personality.

Okay, okay.

Da Daojun admired this trait in his heart.

This way, there's no need to worry about being targeted and poached by that old-fashioned Yuqing.

But I don’t know who taught me.

If he had not agreed with Yuqing not to nominate the selected person, he would have wanted to see who this little guy's master was.

However, since Yuqing had seen Yunqin before, she probably had noticed something.

Once again, he saw the names of the participants who had been written down. Even if Yuqing was in seclusion, he would remember them in his heart.

Wait until you can get out of the customs and then come back.

Previously, Jade Pure Yuanshi Tianzun had deduced that there were Twelve Jade Pure Saints, and therefore he accepted twelve disciples to respond to the will of heaven. However, one of them relied on this title to act recklessly, and as a result he was beheaded, his soul was scattered, and he could never be reborn.

Currently, there are only eleven direct descendants of Yuqing Sect, and one vacancy is still missing.

Need to be on guard.

Humph, I will write a letter to Brother Taiqing one day. Yuqing chose Taishang Xuanwei, but it may not be a good intention.

Who knows if this is a test, and he wants to recruit him as his disciple?

The black-robed Daoist Lord looked at Qi Wuhuo calmly and said, "However, I will not accept you as my disciple. But according to my custom, I will give some benefits to the younger generations who see me."

"Anyone who practices cultivation has a little bit of cultivation in their heart. When seeing my true body, they must not return empty-handed."

"Tell me what you want. I have three thousand magical skills and countless supernatural powers. If you want something, just speak up."

"No matter if it's a method to eliminate disasters and calamities."

"Or the technique of tempering superior magical instruments and artifacts."

"I have all the methods you can think of. Even if there are methods you can't think of, I have them here too."

As he spoke, a faint ray of spiritual light appeared in the void in front of him, brilliant and magnificent, like a long sword, bright and clear, able to cut through the void for thousands of miles; there seemed to be a bell seal vibrating slightly, with thunder and fire interlaced, as if with one seal, all evils could be destroyed. In addition to these two, there were also other mysterious magic weapons, all emitting huge spiritual light and great power.

Qi Wuhuo felt that he had gained a lot of benefits today.

I really don't want to ask for advantage again.

But he also knew that if he said this, the arrogant Lord in front of him would definitely not agree with him, so he replied:

"Didn't Lord Dao say that I am not here in my true form today? No need to be polite, no need to say more."

"[There is no difference in status or identity, we only discuss the Dao and the sword]?"

"Since there is no difference in status, how can there be a concept of elders and juniors?"

"How can I accept your things?"

The Taoist in black raised his eyes to look at Qi Wuhuo, and asked with a smile: "Then what about you and me..."

The young Taoist said, "Aren't we discussing swordplay here?"

"On swordplay?"

The black-clothed Daoist Master muttered to himself for a few times, and suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was hearty and refreshing, and he said repeatedly: "Hahaha, good, good, good, good, good, good, you are a man who only talks about Dao and sword. Although I said it, you can say it at this moment, which is really arrogant and proud. I like it!"

While laughing loudly, he swept his sleeves and collected all the magic weapons.

He could see through Qi Wuhuo's true nature and knew that he had no intention of playing it safe. What he had just said about not wanting to accept the gift came from his heart.

So the admiration in his eyes became even stronger, and he said: "Then this meeting gift will be put aside for next time."

"Wait until you and I actually meet."

The Great Dao Lord paused for a moment, then continued, "I don't know. I have one more thing I need your help with."

"But don't worry, it's not a big deal, it's just a sparring match with someone. With me watching over you, you will never get hurt, and it won't damage your foundation."

"The disciples of that lineage are all of pure mind and high aptitude. If you fight him, it will be an opportunity for you."

"I am different from that old... old-fashioned man. He is like an elder among you ordinary people."

"The more you value your disciples, the greater the trials you will give them."

"I will also arrange the future path for my disciples and make decisions for them without informing them in advance. Even if they object, it will be useless. I am not such a rigid person. If you don't want to go, you can tell me."

The worst that can happen is that I can break the appointment with Yuqing.

It's just a broken promise.

It’s not like we haven’t done this before in the past, all those long years ago.

The young Taoist opened his mouth to answer.

Da Daojun raised his hand to stop Qi Wuhuo and said, "You don't have to make a decision now. I just told you about this matter."

"Time is long, you don't have to decide."

“Just remember, follow your heart and nature, and walk in the world, that’s all.”

The last sentence was indeed a sincere teaching, with a slow and gentle tone. The young Taoist bowed and said, "I'll accept your teachings." The Lord of Dao smiled slightly and swept the whisk in his hand. The young Taoist did not feel any change in front of his eyes, as he had lost sight of the Lord of Dao. There was a faint sense of emptiness in this scripture pavilion, but only here, the sword energy persisted. On the table, there were bamboo slips with traces of the sword energy engraved on them, proving everything that had happened before.

The young Taoist held the scroll of bamboo slips in his hand.

This was the first volume of scripture he created and wrote himself.

The cultivation texts in the world can be roughly divided into five categories: [Miao Fa], [Xuan Zhang], [Jade Jue], [Daodian] and [Zhenjing].

When Senior Sister Yu Miao was young, she traveled around the world with her teacher. The martial arts she created, "Hunyuan Sword Canon", can already be listed at the level of "Dao Canon". She is extremely talented and has unparalleled sword energy. I just don't know at what level the sword techniques she has just created, the first two parts, can be classified?

The young Taoist stroked the words on the bamboo slips and felt the subtle sword intent.

He rolled up the bamboo slip and put it into his sleeve with great care.

When I opened the window, I was suddenly stunned.

He saw the thick morning mist, and the sun seemed to be rising, the bright morning light flowing through the mist, like a dream.

Just now he was discussing swordsmanship and sword techniques with the Black-Clothed Daoist Lord, and it felt like several hours had passed.

But the sun has not yet risen and the morning mist has not yet dissipated.

It seemed like just a moment.

The sword in his palm, which was filled with murderous intent, whistled continuously, as if the existence that suppressed him was no longer there, and then its fangs were revealed again, sharp and murderous, but the young Taoist only raised his hand and knocked, and the sword energy that was emitted suddenly reversed and hit the sword directly.

In a single thought, one can kill or protect.

This endless murderous sword energy actually only circled around the young Taoist once.

Like a flowing wind.

The young Taoist raised his hand and knocked on the sword, saying "go". The long sword slipped out of his hand and, like a ray of light, was put back into the scabbard hanging on the top of Lu Zu Tower. The seal was restored and the sword could no longer struggle out. Only the sound of the sword rang, stirring up the wind and making the ancient bells hanging under the eaves of Lu Zu Tower vibrate slightly, making a clear and long sound, breaking the morning mist.

The young Taoist Mingxin woke up in a daze. When he opened the door, he felt a cool breeze on his face, which made him feel very comfortable.

Seeing the changes in the fog, the young Taoist was looking through the bamboo slips at the foot of the mountain.

The wind moves the Taoist temple bell.

Huh? Was that Lü Zu sword placed upstairs like that? Why did it seem to have changed a little?

Has anyone pulled it out?

The young Taoist priest was extremely puzzled. He stared with his eyes wide open but could not see any changes, so he did not take it to heart and thought that he had misjudged it. Besides, the sword had been there for hundreds of years and it might have been rusted. How could it be suddenly pulled out and suddenly "come alive"?

He didn't care and just stretched himself.

His eyes were bright and he waved his hands vigorously: "Uncle Qi, Uncle Qi!"

"Did you sleep well last night?!"

…

On the second floor of the Shangqing Library, Shangqing Lingbao Daojun lowered his eyes slightly, and the experience of the split spirit emerged in his mind. He opened his five fingers, and the bamboo scroll emerged silently. He smiled and said, "Interesting, interesting. I never thought that I didn't give anything away again, but gained something instead."

“Something interesting.”

After looking at a scroll of bamboo slips, he pondered for a moment about what name to give it according to Da Daojun's judgment.

Is it a magic spell, a mysterious chapter, or a Taoist scripture?

Or the highest [Scripture]

The Three Pure Ones were extremely cautious when determining the level of the Daoist Canon.

Finally, the Great Dao Lord laughed to himself, "Although immature, the intention is very high. It is based on the level of sword classics, has a very far-sighted vision, and has taken a very solid approach. Although it has only just touched the standard of classics at this level, it is worthy of it."

He wrote down his name and then let go of the bamboo slip, which fell to the first floor of the Shangqing Library.

Qingyang Miaodao Tianjun poured himself a cup of tea.

I sipped my tea and felt that I had been idle for the past few days and nothing worth paying attention to had happened.

It is just right to read the Taoist Canon to accompany your tea.

He had read many Taoist scriptures before and was very familiar with them, but today he seemed to find something different. The old Lord was surprised: "This is, there is an extra volume that I have never seen before..."

He felt as happy as if he had met a new friend, and took out the new volume of the Taoist Canon. He felt regretful at first:

"It's just a fragment, only the first two parts."

Then look at the name at the front.

The first two words are Tai Shang.

When used in classics, it means supreme.

It does not refer to the Great Heavenly Venerable Taiqing.

Qingyang Miaodao Tianjun was slightly startled, then flipped through the bamboo slips, looked at the name, and then his heart was slightly shocked, and he subconsciously read it out, saying:

"The Great Mysterious Sword Sutra of the Taoist Master"

"Dongxuan, Taoist Wuhuo?"