Legend of the Great Sage

A ray of red light shot into the sky, tearing apart the dark night sky, and murderous intent swept across like a violent wind. !High!Point!Novel .2w.

Zhang Yuntian's expression changed. That was the direction of Wanhua Tower. Could it be that he had turned against him and took action? But just now the two top masters entered it and fought with them, but they didn't cause such a surprise. How did Xuanfeng anger him?

Li Qingshan was not angered. What was angered was the Kuanghua Sword Soul. The murderous aura that exploded instantly turned Wanhua Tower into a Shura killing ground.

Everyone changed their color in horror, and even wailed in fear.

Yang Miaozhen could no longer remain calm. There seemed to be thousands of troops roaring and roaring in his mind, and his figure was like a leaf falling in the wind, trembling.

Many young men and young heroes in the building simply crawled under the table, unable to resist this terrifying murderous aura.

Zhang Xuanfeng's face turned pale, he involuntarily stepped back and sat down on the ground.

Li Qingshan held the handle of the knife with his backhand: "Don't be so excited!" The violent murderous intent was just a little restrained, and he said to Zhang Xuanfeng: "Little girl, you are not worthy of betting on my knife!"

"Yes, I'm not worthy. I'm leaving. Sister Yang, take care of yourself." Zhang Xuanfeng jumped up and turned around to escape.

"Stop, you are saying such arrogant words, do you still want to leave?" Li Qingshan raised his lips: "You are not worthy of gambling on the sword, but look, there is a monk here, Master Fuku of Pudu Temple. If you can win him back, he will definitely thank you very much, come on, come on, buy it and leave it, don’t buy it and chop it off!"

"Yes." Zhang Xuanfeng turned around with a sad face and slowly came to Yang Miaozhen's side.

Abbot Fuku clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha. Thank you so much, donor Zhang, for coming to rescue this poor monk."

"Master, you don't have to be polite. This is what I should do." Who wants to save you, an old monk? Zhang Xuanfeng said again: "To inform the prince, why not publish the chess board to the public so that the people in the city can see the prince's superb chess skills."

"Are you afraid that I'm cheating? Okay, whatever you want!"

After a while, a large chessboard made of cloth hung hanging outside the building.

There was a loud sound, and a black stone fell on the chessboard. Yang Miaozhen took the first step: "Your Majesty, please! I wonder what the name of the sword behind your Majesty is?"

"Thelma and Louise." Li Qingshan dropped the ball casually.

"The hero's end,

I'm afraid this name is a bit unlucky. "

Yang Miaozhen glanced at it. This step is completely unorganized. Could it be that he really didn't know how to play chess? He just pondered for a while and then went his own way.

"The knife is a murderous weapon, so what good luck is there? Since you are a hero, how can you be afraid of the end?"

Li Qingshan made another random move. No thought at all.

"Well said! I wonder who the prince is from. What kind of martial arts do you practice?"

"I'm not practicing martial arts, aren't you the same?"

"Your Majesty, you can see that I don't like fighting with others. That's why I don't like martial arts either. I practice Taoism's "Tai Xuan Jing"."

Yang Miaozhen's hand holding the chess piece paused slightly, showing an expression of surprise. The opponent actually took the same path as himself.

She paid a huge price for her cultivation and did not take a single step out of Xuanxu Guan for twenty years. Because she had no ability to protect herself, she would probably not be a match for an acquired master in the world of martial arts.

She never participated in martial arts competitions in the sect, and she didn't even want to fight with others, even if she was laughed at behind her back. She believed that she was walking on a glorious road, and she looked down on those competitive warriors, thinking they were just a bunch of wild dogs that competed for food.

Therefore, she is probably the person who least cares about Li Qingshan's reputation. She is just a ferocious wolf at most, until this moment...

"You have a good character and are suitable for cultivation."

Li Qingshan glanced at her. Under the threat of the murderous aura of Kuanghua Sword Soul, she was almost the one who recovered the fastest, and her character was very good. In fact, from the moment she stepped into the building, she noticed that her temperament was different from ordinary people, more like a practitioner than a warrior.

Although there is no clear boundary between martial arts training and spiritual practice, the fundamental purposes are completely different. Martial arts training is for defeating the enemy, and Qi training is for longevity. One is to be brave and fight ruthlessly, and the other is to cultivate one's character.

The latter path is naturally longer, but in this small world, it is obviously not as practical as the former. If you can't survive the battles, there is no hope of longevity. If Yang Miaozhen hadn't come from a sect like Xuanxu Guan, he wouldn't have been qualified to make such a choice, and he wouldn't have even seen a decent Qi refining technique.

He taught Xue Bing the "Guishui Condensing Qi Jue" because her identity allowed her to stop pursuing current strength and instead pursue longer-term development, giving her a greater chance of overcoming calamities and ascending.

"It's just that she has a cold nature." Yang Miaozhen said, this is the evaluation given to her by many people.

"A warm-hearted person is not suitable for cultivation. The path of a warrior is extremely exciting, but the path of cultivation is doomed to be lonely."

It was rare to meet a cultivator in this small world, and Li Qingshan couldn't help but look at her with admiration. With her talent and character, if she were born in Kyushu, she would definitely have greater development.

"I didn't believe that Your Majesty, you took the same path as me, but now I have to believe it... But Your Majesty, are you lonely?"

"If I wasn't lonely, why would I bother to stir up trouble and make the world uneasy?"

Li Qingshan said frankly that being trapped in this world, even though he could do whatever he wanted, was like a prisoner; separated from Xiao An, even if there were millions of people cheering and worshiping him, he was still lonely.

Yang Miaozhen showed a surprised smile, "If I had this ability, maybe I would be like the prince."

"You will have this ability, at least better than everyone here. This old man's life is not worth your risk. Just last night, I said similar words to another one."

"Is it Miss Xue Bingxue?"

"good."

"Then what did you use in exchange, my lord?"

"Qigong exercises."

"Qi refining... magic method, is it similar to "Tai Xuan Jing"?"

"You memorize the "Tai Xuan Jing" and listen to it. "

Yang Miaozhen hesitated for a moment and then started to memorize it, because in Xuanxu Temple, the "Tai Xuan Sutra" was not really an undisclosed secret. Outer disciples could also meditate on it at will, but no one was willing to practice it.

Li Qingshan listened quietly and found that it was somewhat similar to the "Xiantian Qi Condensation Art" he first practiced, and even worse. At least "Xiantian Qi Condensation Art" was relatively simple and straightforward. Knowing what position he was in, he could only It can be regarded as an enlightenment tutorial for practitioners. It is not as profound and mysterious as this "Tai Xuan Sutra", and I don't even know what the truth is.

"It's difficult and obscure, and it's full of nonsense. It makes something originally simple become complicated. Maybe the author doesn't quite understand it either!"

He casually pointed out a few fallacies among them, and Yang Miaozhen suddenly felt enlightened, with an innocent light shining in his eyes. It turned out that there was something wrong with this set of exercises! If Monarch Xuanxu hadn't been lying on the side, he might have wanted to change the bet to a set of Qi refining techniques.

"If you win, I will give you a set of skills, but unfortunately, you have already lost."

As he spoke, the chess pieces fell one after another, and Li Qingshan's temperament gradually changed. His eyes were no longer agile and changeable, but revealed deep silence, the eyes of a spirit turtle. (To be continued...)