This Swordsman is Too Steady

Affected by the Longxiang Temple and the ascetic monks, the Western Regions are full of temples and numerous monks.

This is especially true in this desert land.

It is often seen that monks wearing navy blue monk robes and bald shoes pass by.

However, most of them are mortal, and only a few are true practitioners.

Lu Qingshan looked at the little novice monk more.

In addition to wearing a light red robe that can only be worn by monks, the appearance of this little novice monk is also different from the usual appearance of people in the desert.

The little monk had red lips and white teeth, and his appearance was very beautiful.

From the little novice monk, Lu Qingshan could still feel a long aura.

This is obviously a spiritual monk.

It's just that Lu Qingshan couldn't find out whether he had practiced a special magic technique or had a special magic weapon.

The origin of this little novice is not simple.

Lu Qingshan came to a conclusion.

But this is not something he should care more about.

His top priority is to collect the information he needs.

"My son, what should we do next?" After entering the abundant desert of Huoyuan and Tuyuan, Qin Yitian, who has been fond of such an environment very much, has become more active because of this. He changed his lazy temperament and spoke actively. Asked.

"First go to the store opened by the monk of the Dongque tribe and buy the most accurate map of the Mogao Desert." Lu Qingshan said.

Traveling in such a large desert, the map is definitely the most important thing.

Lu Qingshan passed a passer-by and asked about the largest shop in the city.

In a city where monks and mortals live together, the largest shops must be opened by monks.

According to the guidance of passers-by, Lu Qingshan did not rush for a while, and the shop named "Dongque" appeared in his sight.

It can be seen from this name that the owner behind the shop is the leader of the East Sparrow City, the East Sparrow Tribe.

Slowly walking into the shop, Lu Qingshan glanced around.

Although it is the largest shop in Dongque’s ancient city, there are not many monks in it, and it looks deserted.

However, the monks who wandered in the shop were all haunted by a sense of ruggedness that was unique to physical cultivation, and their clothes were relatively casual and rough.

This scenario must be attributed to the unique atmosphere of physical training.

Among the six schools of cultivation, Jianxiu specializes in natal swords, and the demand for magical artifacts is relatively low.

But compared with physical cultivation, sword cultivation is nothing.

Because of physical cultivation, the body is cultivated.

From the perspective of physical cultivation, too many tools will affect and hinder their cultivation.

And? In their philosophy? No matter how strong the foreign objects are, they are ultimately foreign objects? How can they have their own physical bodies?

So a body cultivation? Often there are only one or two magical artifacts on the body, some extreme body cultivation? You can't even see even one magical weapon all over the body.

In addition, most of the resources for physical training are used to purchase elixir forging.

So according to the statistics of good deeds? Among the six cultivation techniques, the physical cultivation is the poorest.

For this reason, there is such a saying: Tribulation does not mean the body repairs.

Rough skin and thick flesh, it's a hard-to-eat bone, don't you say? There is no long body? Poorly clinking.

It's not that there is a problem with these people that you can't get along with these people.

Lu Qingshan did not agree with the practice concept of physical cultivation, because in his opinion? The sword is definitely not a foreign object, but something as important as one's own life.

But the same? Lu Qingshan never rejects this kind of spiritual practice.

After all, the road to practice should be a hundred flowers blooming.

........

Sitting at the counter of the shop was a gray-haired old man, half-closed his eyes? It seemed to be refreshing.

Seeing Lu Qingshan coming in, the old man did not welcome the guests very enthusiastically.

This can be regarded as the characteristic of the wild land like West Desert.

Changing to a prosperous place like the Southern Territory? This kind of hospitality? But it's hard to keep those Pharaoh masters who claim to be superior.

Does Lu Qingshan matter? Slowly walked to the counter, "Sir, can you give me the most accurate and detailed map of the Mogao Desert?"

Hearing Lu Qingshan's questioning, the white-haired old man opened his eyes and glanced at Lu Qingshan with muddy eyes.

"There are countless dangers in the Mogao Desert. Even the Dongque tribe, who has lived in the Mogao Desert for thousands of years, dare not say that the Mogao Desert has been found out."

"This map is a piece of the map of the Mogao Desert in their hands by the nine tribes. It is impossible for the entire Mogao Desert to have a map more detailed than this," the white-haired old man took out a monster fur. The animal skin map made, "However, the price is naturally high, but I don’t know if this fellow Taoist can afford it?"

Lu Qingshan chuckled, "I should still be able to afford a map."

One-handed payment and one-handed delivery, this map, and finally received twenty fourth-grade spirit stones from Lu Qingshan, it is indeed worthy of evaluation.

Lu Qingshan, whose assets are far better than ordinary monks, naturally doesn't care about this expense.

"In this Mogao Desert, the area where thunderstorms erupt most often, I wonder if the old man has any understanding?" Lu Qingshan asked tentatively.

Judging from the fact that a big deal was just concluded, the white-haired old man did not hesitate to say a few words with Lu Qingshan.

He unfolded the map and tapped his finger at three places on the map, "Did you see the signs of these three places?"

Hearing this, Lu Qingshan quickly glanced at the map.

The maps purchased at a high price are indeed drawn very finely, not only marking the settlements of various human tribes in the Mogao Desert, but also warning signs in the areas where monsters are active.

The three places pointed by the white-haired old man have corresponding Thunder signs.

"These three places are the places where thunderstorms occur all year round in our Mogao Desert," the white-haired old man explained: "This is the information provided by the giant bear tribe.

The monks of the giant bear tribe need to use thunder for the body-building exercises they practice, so they are very familiar with the thunder-prone areas in the Mogao Desert. "

"However," the white-haired old man paused, thought about it, and said meaningfully: "If you need to use Thunder to practice any spell, it is best to go to the northeast and southeast thunderstorm areas, and the northwest. ..... If you can, better not go."

"Please teach me the old gentleman." Lu Qingshan handed over his hands politely, his subordinates already handed it a third-grade spirit stone alive.

The white-haired old man smiled and swept the spirit stone into his sleeves, and at the same time explained: "The first two areas of thunderstorms are the places where the monks of the giant bear tribe are forged.

Because the thunder's momentum there grew very regularly, from the outside to the inside, the thunder gradually became violent.

The outermost thunder power, even the Qi-refining cultivator, can carry it for a period of time, but at the innermost level, the thunder power in it is hard to resist even the Nascent Soul cultivator.

This kind of stability makes these two areas suitable for monks of all realms to forge according to their own abilities.

But in this last thunderstorm area, there is no such stability. "

The white-haired old man said with lingering fear: "The last thunderstorm area is already close to the deepest part of the Mogao Desert, and it is inaccessible.

It was discovered by an elder Yuan Ying from the Giant Bear Tribe by accident. At that time, he thought he had found another precious place suitable for bodybuilding.

Unexpectedly, he had just explored that area for a while, and he was still in the outermost safe area. For some reason, the originally not powerful Thunder suddenly raged into a frenzy.

The power of those thunders suddenly increased to the point that even he could hardly resist. He could only flee in a hurry. Fortunately, he hadn't gotten deep at the time, so he escaped from that restricted area not long after.

But in this way, he suffered a lot of injuries. After returning to recuperate for several years, he finally recovered.

So since then, the thunderstorm area has been designated as a restricted area by the giant bear tribe.

Even the Great Cultivator Yuanying is in such a panic, so this young man had better not rush into it..."

With the ancient jade walking in the night, the white-haired old man could not see through Lu Qingshan's cultivation base, but Lu Qingshan was so young, and there was no twilight on his body. Obviously, his true age would not be much older.

In the minds of the old man, Lu Qingshan Dingtian is also a golden core monk, with a high probability of being a foundation-building monk.

Lu Qingshan nodded slightly, "Thank you very much for your advice."

Although he promised, Lu Qingshan knew in his heart that the place where the thunder fruit was located was in that restricted area.

The reason is not difficult to explain.

The other two areas are used as training places for the monks of the giant bear tribe. If there are real thunder fruits growing, they should have been discovered by the monks of the giant bear tribe a long time ago. How could it last for more than ten years? After that, did it fully mature into this world, which caused the blood disaster?

After getting the news he wanted, Lu Qingshan turned and walked out.

When Lu Qingshan's figure disappeared from the shop, the white-haired old man narrowed his eyes and was silent for a moment. Suddenly, he took out a messaging token from his sleeve, and his spiritual power was running, and the messaging token suddenly flashed slightly.

"A forbidden place that even Yuanying period physical training is hard to resist..." As he walked out of the shop, Lu Qingshan rubbed his eyebrows with a headache.

The location of the Thunder Fruit was roughly determined, but how to get it became a problem.

The strength of sword repair is strong in attack, and defense has always been an old problem for sword repair.

Lu Qingshan also failed to overcome this defect.

Even with the Five Elements Sword Armor, he could not guarantee that he could withstand the thunder bombardment in the restricted area.

This is not a joke. If one is not good enough, his life will be lost.

But he had to take this fruit that was about to mature.

"It seems that it can only be with the help of foreign objects." After a moment of pondering, Lu Qingshan had a plan in his heart.

He who hurried into the city, after getting the news he wanted, he also hurried out of the city.

The figure jumped straight up, following the map's guidance, heading towards the giant bear tribe giant bear city.

.........

In the vast desert, wind and sand were raging, and the sun shot violently.

After turning into a Changhong, Lu Qingshan finally met the first practitioner after leaving the city.

It was a bald monk naked, with only a narrow strip of cloth covering the sensitive parts of his lower body, walking barefoot in the desert.

The monk did not urge any spiritual protection, so the yellow sand that was hot like iron on a hot pan was already on the soles of the monks who had cultivated their qi, and burned one after another.

This is the most prestigious ascetic monk among the Western Regions.

Ascetic monks are not some kind of inheritance, but a kind of practice and belief.

Generally, the body is cultivated.

The ascetic monk cultivates the mind as well as the body.

In their opinion, without a strong inner body, no matter how strong it is, it is nothing but a skin.

If there are no distracting thoughts in your mind, you can cultivate righteous fruit.

This is the practice philosophy of ascetics.

They force themselves to endure what ordinary people consider to be painful, in order to exercise patience and liberation.

The word asceticism originally means "heat" in Sanskrit, so heating is the main method of ascetic monks' practice.

The various deserts have also become places where these ascetics often haunt.

If the ascetic monk's method of cultivation is truly accomplished, I am afraid that people will also become a piece of wood without desires and desires.

No desire is good, but it also loses humanity.

This is a terrible thing, because without humanity, it can be called a holy, but it can also be called a devil.

Lu Qingshan is not afraid of the pain of practice, but he can't agree with this behavior of seeking hardship.

Besides, cultivating the true nature is about true nature, not the cultivation of these seven emotions and six desires.

If it is so, it is better not to repair this "reality".

Although he is quite critical of the concept of ascetic monks, Lu Qingshan still has some respect for this group of practitioners who can tolerate what ordinary people can't stand.

He slowly landed in front of the young ascetic monk, folded his hands together, made a monk's ceremony, and asked politely: "I wonder if the monks know which direction the giant bear city should go?"

Yes, even with a map, Lu Qingshan is still lost.

After leaving East Sparrow City, he encountered a sandstorm, and after leaving the sandstorm, he lost his way.

Although at night, after the stars appeared, he could get back on track again.

But since I met an ascetic monk and asked for a way to save some time, why not do it?

Ascetic monks dare to experience this way in the desert, naturally they have a set of methods for identifying directions on their own, unlike Lu Qingshan, who can only rely on the stars in the sky for positioning.

Seeing Lu Qingshan descend from the sky, the ascetic monk knew that Lu Qingshan was at least a monk in the foundation-building period. He also folded his hands together and returned to Lu Qingshan with a salute, and said politely: "Friends of the Taoist priest, wait a moment."

Then he grabbed a strand of fine sand from the yellow sand under his feet and sprinkled it gently.

The fine sand drifted away with the wind, and the ascetic monk didn't know what method he used. He actually recognized the specific direction from it, pointed in the opposite direction where the fine sand drifted, and said: "This fellow Taoist, Giant Bear City should be in this direction. "

"Thank you monk friend," Lu Qingshan said gratefully.

Immediately, Lu Qingshan raised his sword again, followed the direction pointed by the ascetic monk, and then proceeded.

The ascetic did not take this encounter in the desert seriously, and immediately continued to walk barefoot under the scorching sun.

..............

But half an hour later.

Whoosh whoosh!

A dozen figures fell from the sky and fell in front of this ascetic monk.

The leader was an ugly male cultivator with a black birthmark on his face, his face was fierce and his tone was extremely cold, "Monk, have you seen a cultivator passing through the sky?"

The ascetic monk had a thump in his heart~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Since he chose to do asceticism in the Mogao Desert, he naturally has a certain understanding of the characters in the Mogao Desert.

The appearance of the person in front of him, the characteristics of the black birthmark were so conspicuous that he recognized his identity at a glance.

Da Xia issued the wanted order for evil repair, the middle-stage cultivator of Yuan Ying, body poison.

He was wanted by Da Xia because he practiced evil arts and killed mortals. In desperation, his body poison finally escaped into the Mogao Desert and joined the sand bandits.

Relying on his own cultivation base and ruthless methods, the body poison gradually became a small leader among the sand bandits, specifically responsible for intercepting and killing the so-called "fat sheep".

And the Mogao Desert is so big that you don't even see a bird on weekdays, so why is it so easy for a monk to come across?

The ascetic monk knew at this time that this body poison must have come for the young monk who had asked him for directions earlier.

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