I am immortal

Chapter 137 Do you have a mentor?

The man in the battle robe saw the handsome Taoist man just lying down and not answering, as if he was sleeping. Although he came under the order of his master, he did it on his own with the methods of his master and his two uncles. Here, there is no need to say anything, just that I have the idea of coming to visit. As soon as I think about it, my uncle will know it.

Not sleeping, but I don't want to meet him.

Then I remembered Master's instructions before going into seclusion.

Speaking of his sudden visit, Master Shangqing might not feel very happy at the moment.

It’s time to [close your eyes and sleep] for a while.

At that time, he asked Master how he should respond.

At that time, Yuqing Yuanshi Great Heavenly Lord only smiled and replied:

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

So this man who was also very majestic in the heaven just stood here peacefully without making a sound, let alone sitting down in front of his uncle. He just glanced at this place from the corner of his eyes and caught a glimpse of his uncle. On one side of the Tai Chi diagram, there was also a futon, which seemed to be prepared for someone, but I was slightly surprised.

Could it be said that on weekdays, anyone would come to chat and drink tea with his uncle?

He is qualified to sit in front of the Great Heavenly Lord of the Supreme Pure Spiritual Treasure.

Don’t know who it is?

Or a senior who is a Qianxiu cultivator? Or is it a personal friend of my uncle?

Although he was curious, he didn't check it out. He just concentrated his mind and waited for the Dao Lord in front of him to wake up from his sleep.

……………………

What Qi Wuhuo saw in front of him was that the spirit of countless words gathered together to form a real man. He subconsciously analyzed it in his mind, and the black-clothed Taoist who seemed real and illusory looked at him. He glanced at it and asked casually: "What is the little Taoist priest thinking about?"

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

"It can make the human spirit of those who see the words reflect the image of Lord Dao."

The black-clothed Taoist nodded calmly and said, "That's true."

Such understanding is quite ordinary.

Just tell what you know.

In fact, it was because the young Taoist understood the contents of the scroll and truly had his own understanding that he inspired the backhand in the scroll and he appeared.

I hope it's not too boring.

Then the young Taoist thought for a while and added: "The previous simple words were used to outline the scroll, but this time it was as if the pen was written in the void. It was no longer flat like on the scroll, but three-dimensional, ah , is that so? This time I don’t directly put my will into every word.”

“It’s that different words carry different parts of the aura and will.”

"The combination is like one spirit and one body. Can it walk between heaven and earth like a real person?"

The black-clothed Taoist paused for a moment.

His eyebrows were raised slightly.

oh? interesting.

Qi Wuhuo's voice paused slightly, thinking deeply in his heart.

In this case.

So if we write an article based on Yunzhuan in this way, wouldn't we be able to use the charm in it to show many unpredictable methods?

In that case, when you lift up the pen, there will be a dragon circling, and when you put down the pen, it will appear like a dream of steaming clouds.

As long as you have seen everything in the world, you can describe it with your pen and then reproduce it?

Hmm... This book says that a sword is only one end of a great road, and all three thousand great roads in the world are like this.

Is it possible to do it with a sword?

Such voices are nothing but the words of the ego-spirit.

But in the ears of the black-clad Taoist, it was easy to hear clearly.

There was almost a look of surprise on the Taoist's face.

Such is the level of understanding.

ha!

It’s safe!

Such an understanding should not be inferior to that of Taishang.

It should be far more than those disciples accepted by Yuqing. The disciples of Yuqing are all dead-headed. They have no problem practicing seriously. They have extraordinary perseverance and strong understanding, but they are not very flexible. They only specialize in the Tao and follow Yuqing's teachings. There is no doubt at all. It is rare to be able to draw inferences from one instance.

It seems interesting.

The black-clothed Taoist nodded slightly.

Then sit down calmly.

He did not give the young Taoist any room to speak. His eyes were deep and unchanged, his tone was calm, and he said calmly:

"I am just a body divided by one thought, relying only on words, not something that lasts for a long time."

"Not the real body, nor the original body."

"No need to be polite, no need to say anything."

"Today, there is no distinction between status and identity. We can only talk about Tao and sword ears."

The young Taoist realized immediately that he was just holding the sword upside down, with the tip of the sword touching the ground, and making a slight bow with his hands.

"I have no doubts, but I have met Lord Dao."

Seeing that the latter understood what he meant, the black-clothed Taoist nodded slightly and said, "Good."

"Sit down."

The black-clothed Taoist asked the young Taoist to sit cross-legged in front of him. The whisk in his hand was like a sword. He just swept it and began to speak. The sound was heard. The mysterious thing was that he only had feelings in his heart, but it was difficult to put it into words. , Only I know that you know, it’s hard to tell anyone about it, Qi Wuzhuo just listened quietly, but gradually got into what the Taoist in black was talking about.

It is not a magical power, and it can hardly be said to be a practice.

It's just a simple discussion, and it doesn't involve any spiritual skills or swordsman skills.

Even more so, it is not about discussing the Tao.

It's better to say it's just chatting.

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

There are stars and everything in sight, there are mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, there are all kinds of living beings, and there is also the world of mortals.

Just by occasionally mentioning the part about swordsmanship, everything discussed before has been summed up. For example, in a chess match between powerful players, the idle chess played before is the killing move later.

The young Taoist was careless and selfless, and suddenly felt as if he was intoxicated.

Suddenly, the black-clothed Taoist stopped and said, "You listen to my story, and I should also see how good you are."

"There is going back and forth, and only then can we discuss the Tao."

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

"It's not right, it's not right."

"Let me see your swordsmanship."

The young Taoist stood up and was about to lift the thieves-killing sword.

The black-clothed Taoist didn't see any movement, and the thieves-killing sword appeared in front of him naturally.

The black-clothed Daojun lowered his eyes slightly, and saw the number of ways to refine the world into a treasure on the sword, and although the technique was crude and had little skill, the style of tempering the world into a treasure was inferior to those who were proficient in spiritual skills. The treasure method, the cultivators who call themselves the masters of weapon refining are more pure and pure. They raised their eyes slightly and commented: "Although the technique is crude, it is not worth mentioning."

“But overall it’s still somewhat interesting.”

"It's not like those idiots spent countless amounts of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and what they tempered is just rotten wood that is carefully carved and carved with patterns."

"Take it and temper it yourself."

The thief-killing sword was tapped three times by the black-clothed Daojun.

Then the sleeves and robe were swept away, and the sword returned to its scabbard.

Just like a migratory bird returning to the forest, its speed was even several times faster than that of Qi Wuhuo, almost turning into a stream of light.

Then he said: "No, no, although you tempered this sword yourself, it is too immature."

"Like a baby bird breaking out of its shell, although you can look forward to the future, you cannot take it for granted that it will fly to the nine heavens."

"Killing is okay, acting is almost boring."

The black-clothed Taoist said calmly: "This square city can still be used with this sword."

His fingers tapped the void slightly.

Qi Wuhuo then heard a long sword cry, and the sword hanging on the Lu Zu Tower of Lianyang Temple roared violently.

Then it turned directly into a sword light.

Flying out of the scabbard, the sword seems to have a very strong spirituality, and the sword is about to go straight towards the bullfight.

I want to vent the sword energy that has been accumulated for hundreds of years.

But in the end, he honestly restrained all his sword energy and murderous intent, turned into a ray of sword light, and flew directly in from the window.

The doors and windows are tightly closed but the sword energy is like frost. If one breaks through the window and gets in, the window will not be damaged at all. This is the gift of the swordsman.

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

It is a sharp sword with words engraved on it: "I carry this sword across the world. I kill too much and I can no longer restrain myself. I have hurt myself several times and it has come back to bite me. I abandon it here and leave one of my Dharma veins to suppress it. Refining Yang." In the name of the name, the Yang Zhiqi kills the cold murderous intention - Lu Chunyang], the black-clothed Daojun seemed to sneer, then swept his sleeves and robes, and said lightly:

"Just dance with this sword for now, let me see how capable you are."

This fairy sword suspended in the air slowly flew to Qi Wuhuo.

The young Taoist stretched out his hand to hold the sword.

This one was abandoned by Lu Chunyang because [the killing was too heavy, and it backfired on him several times], and it was sealed here for hundreds of years. As a result, the sword that became more and more ferocious roared fiercely, and it was about to make the earth tremble, and the whole city Lianyang Temple seems to be shrouded in this majestic and terrifying murderous intent, and this cold murderous intent is still spreading crazily like an evil dragon or tiger that is about to emerge from its cage after being hungry for hundreds of years.

Looking at this trend, it seems that millions of people in the entire Zhongzhou City will be enveloped in this murderous sword energy in one go.

The sword screamed like a tiger roaring, rising to the sky and splitting the earth, as if it wanted to open its fangs and bite everything to pieces.

The will conveyed by a wisp of words from the Taoist in black lowered his eyes lightly.

"Um?"

The sword fell silent instantly.

It stagnated in the void for a while.

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

The sword still whistled slightly.

But he is no longer stern and domineering, no longer crazy and full of killing, and no longer even tries to kill Lu Chunyang.

Rather, it is low, subtle, and slightly long.

The young Taoist holds the sword, and the air is naturally separated by the blade, and he can feel a strange smooth feeling.

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

Then he raised his hand and pointed his sword.

One hand strikes the sword, and suddenly it dances, as it pleases. At first, it was like a wanderer in Huang Liang's dream. The sword moves are sharp and swift. When dancing, it seems like flowers are blooming. The dense sword energy is compelling and intrusive. The muscles and bones suddenly changed, and the transformation became mellow and pure, and there was a faint majestic atmosphere of the sword immortal coming to earth.

It is the Hunyuan swordsmanship that Yu Miao has learned.

What the "Taoist in Black" described in those words was not about swordsmanship, and there were no detailed tips on the moves.

Just briefly state the contents of that book.

It points the way.

Everything depends on self-realization.

Some only picked up a few gravels, and some could be regarded as mountains. Whatever you can take away, you can take it yourself.

At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged, holding a fly whisk, looking calmly at the young Taoist priest dancing his sword.

There was regret deep in his eyes.

That's all, it's not worth paying attention to.

There are countless people who are masters of swordsmanship under his sect. Although the swordsmanship of the following ones is extremely good, what is the difference?

It's just an exquisite sword technique.

There is a sea of exquisite sword techniques, and people who can master exquisite sword techniques are everywhere.

There is a marshal guarding the sky at Nantianmen, but he only watches the gate of heaven. Isn’t his swordsmanship extremely exquisite?

Boring, boring.

Just as he was thinking this, Qi Wuhuo paused and stopped his sword movement. He pondered for a long time and then suddenly moved again. The energy on the sword changed and the sword moves were suddenly scattered. Some of them were used by Senior Sister Yumiao. The Jianghu sword moves scolded in the scroll are the sword immortal schools seen, and are the many sword immortal moves contained in the Hunyuan Sword Canon.

It's just that there must be an inner way to perform the sword technique, and there is a way to move the energy. It is not just a random horizontal slash and diagonal swing.

Swordsmen in this world do not stick to moves, but sword techniques are actually the flow of one's own innate energy and soul.

If you are not careful, the conflict between Qi and Qi will make you cough up blood.

It caused his own soul to split apart.

The Kengbengpeng performed by the young Taoist this time was not only the exquisiteness of the swordsmanship, but also the strong sword intention displayed.

Far worse than before.

It's almost like a childish naughty boy holding a branch and waving it there, which is almost a bit funny.

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

After the second sword fight ended, the young Taoist held the sword quietly for a long time, closing his eyes and meditating.

He held the sword again and slashed.

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

The black-clothed Taoist swept away the dust in his hand, and invisible energy seemed to spread around, covering up the sound of the sword and the traces of the sword energy.

The first time was to practice the moves of Hunyuan Sword Classic.

The second time, three to five points of it had lost its original flavor, charm, and characteristics of the Hunyuan Sword Code.

The third time it was completely different.

Finally, after an unknown number of times, the swordsmanship in the hands of the young Taoist no longer showed traces of anyone else's, and there was no difference in moves or magical powers. The sword moves were sharp and calm, and finally completely separated from the scope of the Hunyuan Sword Code.

At this moment, I no longer stick to high-grade determination or low-grade and inferior moves, but just follow my whim.

The Taoist in black's eyes lit up, and suddenly he swept away the whisk in his hand, and asked scoldingly: "What kind of swordsmanship did you use!"

At this moment, the young Taoist entered the realm of selflessness and naturally followed his spiritual understanding and answered naturally:

"Not swordsmanship."

"Okay, my swordsmanship is small. What kind of swordsmanship is it?"

"Not swordsmanship."

"The skills are not enough, so what is the way of swordsmanship?"

"Not the way of the sword."

"What's wrong!"

"I am not the only one who is not the Tao!"

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

"You know my way."