The Great Tao Chronicle

Sword twenty-three!

It seemed that it was just one type of swordsmanship, but in Yan Xiake's heart, there were thousands of swordsmanships, thousands of swordsmanships, and all kinds of essences flowing, which made him feel infinite in his heart.

In a trance, he seemed to have seen the life of a peerless swordsman.

By the side of the clear water lake, Divine Sword Twenty-three.

"Such swordsmanship, such swordsmanship..."

Yan Xiake's heart trembled, only to feel that this sword was incomparably suitable for him.

He was a monk halfway through his studies, and although he was a sword cultivator, the sword he held was the sword of a human knight, not the flying sword of an ordinary sword cultivator.

In the Emperor Heaven Realm, all sword cultivators flying swords have only a sharp edge and no handle, because Jian cultivators don't need to hold a sword at all. After receiving the urn, they have already thought to kill a hundred steps, and their destiny achievements are even more easy to kill.

After being honed by the Earth Demonic Gang, after the sword art is transformed into supernatural powers, it can slay enemies thousands of miles away with a single sword.

Where do you need a hand-held, and where do you need a hilt?

And he became a monk halfway through, and he had no teacher, and the Ten Thousand Swords Art he learned was only the lowest level of Dao Sutra.

Therefore, even if he has been warm and nurtured before, he may not be able to compete with the realm of orthodox sword cultivators.

But seeing this sword technique at this time, he felt moved in his heart.

This sword technique is too suitable for him.

"Thank you for passing the sword!"

After being in a trance for a moment, Yan Xiake was secretly grateful.

An Qisheng saved his life first, and then taught him such swordsmanship. In his life, he paid attention to every kindness and grievance, but for such a character, he was afraid that he would owe him for the rest of his life.

......

In the Gongyuan, Sa Wuling is sometimes bored biting his pen, and sometimes he writes quickly, and when he is tired of writing, he looks at the troubles of the scholars around him.

The exam lasted for several days. Among these literati, there were many people with loose muscles and bones, which naturally suffered greatly.

"I won't help you cheat, whether you succeed or not, it's your own business. Killing the old emperor has nothing to do with me."

Mulongcheng communicated with Sa Wuling:

"Practicing literature and martial arts is all about cultivation. Your spiritual practice is average. It is naturally beneficial to learn more, but to study literature is not to chew on words, but to understand the spirit of words..."

Different from the initial reluctance, with the deduction of the Tai Chi induction chapter, he became more and more jealous of An Qisheng, and he changed his thinking.

At this time, all his expectations and all ambitions can only be realized through Sa Wuling.

He really wanted to shape this old Taoist priest.

But it won't do everything for him.

Sa Wuling gritted his teeth and stopped begging. He is also a dead person, otherwise, it would be impossible to search for immortals and visit Taoism for decades, and burial for people.

Immediately, he buried his head and wrote hard.

Whether the writing is right or wrong, good or bad, it is better to write a full one. What does it mean to be blank?

The general examination is usually three days, and there are additional examinations and even seven days.

But no matter three days or seven days, this time is too short.

It was also extremely difficult for Yan Xiake to learn Sword Twenty-three in such a short period of time.

Therefore, for the next few days, he stayed at home and practiced this swordsmanship without sleep.

The more he practiced, the more shocked Yan Xiake became.

At first, this swordsmanship seems to be the martial arts of the mortal world, but the core of it is "God".

Although he has inherited his divine will, if he really wants to learn it, he is afraid that it will not be possible in ten or eight years.

But he wasn't thinking about really mastering it at this time.

Just want to use this sword.

He understood that he only had one chance, and the old emperor must have been more vigilant after the last assassination.

A sword must kill him.

At that time, the turbulence of the Dragon Qi and the national fortune will make it possible for the suppressed Old City God to get out of trouble!

There are some things that cannot be compromised, postponed, or tomorrow after tomorrow.

Even if he knew that if he waited ten or eight years to fully master this swordsmanship, the chances would be greater and he would be more certain, he still decided to take action as planned.

If you have to wait for everything to be fully grasped, then there is nothing that can be done in this world!

In the dim little room of the inn, Yan Xiake had his own sword intent brewing in his heart:

"Sword twenty-three..."

......

With the imminent approach of the Ten Thousand Laws Conference, there are countless people pouring in every day in Qingdu City.

No, the city gate garrison sent several more manpower.

For this reason, the soldiers guarding the city were so busy turning their heads that they couldn't even count the entry fee.

wow~

The crisp sound of copper coins entering the basket sounded.

Two little Taoist priests, one old and one young, followed the crowd through the long gate and entered the Qingdu City.

The old Taoist priest's robe was white, the color of his beard and hair, his hands were empty, and he looked poor and sour.

The little Taoist priest was dark and chubby, carrying a banner with eight characters inscribed on it, "Heaven and Earth have spirits, and there is Tao in the world."

The spacious avenue is paved with bluestone, enough for eight horses to walk side by side, and the towering buildings on both sides extend on both sides, extending to the end of the line of sight.

At this time, the genius has just dawned, but there are already a lot of people on the street.

There were many shouts, and the aroma of food filled the ears and nose.

"Is this the Qingdu City? It's really prosperous, even the entry fee is too expensive. Eighteen copper coins!"

The little Taoist priest was carrying a flag that was not too big or small. He was a little tired at first. At this time, seeing the prosperity of Qingdu City, he forgot to be tired for a while.

"It's not surprising that the Millennium Dynasty has seen this scene, but unfortunately, it has already flourished and declined."

The old Taoist also looked at it, and sighed with a complicated expression:

"Unfortunately, unfortunately..."

Although the two looked in the same direction, they saw different things.

The little Taoist priests can see that it is full of people, prosperous and noisy.

What the old Taoist saw was the divine dragon of fortune spreading across the four fields, but it was showing signs of exhaustion, and the original red-gold body was stained with a dim blood-red color.

"Prosperity and decline, how can it be?"

The little Taoist rubbed his shoulders and put down the flag.

puff~

As soon as the wooden flagpole was put down, it actually pierced through the thick bluestone slab. The little Taoist was startled and quickly pulled it out.

"Be careful."

The old Taoist glared at him: "You can't afford to break other people's things. We now have a total of 100 copper coins!"

"Oh."

The little Taoist smiled contemptuously, and was a little annoyed:

"Master, you are also a Taoist priest. Look at how brilliant and splendid the Providence Church is! You didn't say that we have a long tradition of 'Human Tao', so why are we so down and out?"

Smelling the faint fragrance in the air, the little Taoist sighed.

"Shut up!"

The old Taoist glared at the disciple with a dark face, and sighed when he saw the disciple's aggrieved appearance.

His name is Liansheng, the little Taoist priest is his disciple, and Jingxin is the only two people who have achieved fruitful Taoism in the world today.

The Dao of the world is the Dao lineage left by the Netherworld Lord, and it stands to reason that it should be extremely brilliant now.

It is a pity that the founding purpose of the Dao of Humanity is to protect the human world.

But if that's the case, they wouldn't be so miserable.

The turning point also happened after the Netherworld Lord disappeared.

The inheritance of human Tao is different from all the sects of practice in the world. The difference lies in the secret method of human Tao.

Please God.

As the name suggests, their existence is rooted in the Netherworld Lord, the ghosts and gods in the Netherworld.

From the Little Ghost City God to the Eight Nether Monarchs, everyone can borrow its power.

However, after the Netherworld Lord disappeared, the upper limit of their ability to 'invite the gods' dropped from the Netherworld Lord to the City God, which can be said to be horrific.

“Freshly baked buns!”

"Sweet and delicious bean curd brains... salty ones too!"

"Cooking cake, cooking cake!"

All kinds of hawking sounds are endless.

Liansheng Laodao sighed, took out four copper plates and bought two cakes, and handed one of them to his disciple:

"Let's eat some soon. It's not easy to live in this Qingdu. In other cities, one cake and one copper plate are enough. In the county town, one copper plate can buy two cakes."

The little Taoist priest swallowed his saliva and took the cake.

It is an essential skill for practitioners to have inedias, but if they can eat, who would like to indulge?

The master and the apprentice squatted by the road and ate the cakes, talking from time to time.

"In bigu, you still need to practice more."

The old Taoist Liansheng 'sucked' his finger and wiped it on his clothes.

Jingxin Xiaodao boy rolled his eyes and sighed:

"Master, no, you can drive me out of the door. Even if I do something else, I won't starve to death if I don't cultivate."

In the human world, the practice is to invite gods. The more powerful the gods are, the more powerful they are.

There was even a record of seniors who practiced for three years before, and invited Xie Qiye to kill the Great Master of Tribulation in one move.

Any sect can never achieve this effect.

But on the contrary, the **** is also great.

Which **** you want to invite, you have to be infinitely similar to that god, such as Liansheng, an old man, a sloppy person, and a sloppy person, because Kuixing is like this.

Kuixing hunts ghosts, do you want money?

Kuixing doesn't want it, can you?

There are too many restraints like this. For example, a former senior is most greedy for words and loves beef in his life.

Then, it was 'Bull Tau'.

"Once you enter the human world, you are also a human being when you die!"

Liansheng Laodao's face darkened:

"My world is only to clear the door~www.wuxiaspot.com~ I don't say that the door is driven out!"

"Master, that's what I said."

Feeling that the master seemed a little angry, the meditating little Taoist stuck out his tongue and dared not speak.

"Let's see what happened this time, I asked Kuixing to do a calculation. This time the Qingdu has changed greatly, and it will only be when there is a turning point that I have been waiting for."

Liansheng Laodao patted his **** and stood up, but he couldn't really be angry with his disciple.

Because even he himself can't see the way forward for the human world.

As Nether lost contact with him, he could only invite God through the Kuixing **** statue worshipped by the people, and as Kuixing was forgotten by the world, one day he would no longer be able to borrow Kuixing's power.

I sighed in my heart, but couldn't show it on my face:

"Let's go, follow me to worship the Old City God and see if I can gain something..."