Wanderer of the whirling world

Crack, crack, clang!
When the blades collided, there was a tooth-sick metal rubbing sound, and the four mandarin duck axes moved up and down, dancing in front of and behind the two warriors like butterflies piercing flowers, constantly emitting a shimmering cold light.

Xin Ziqiu's nose was slightly sweaty, but he still walked like flying, turning left and right, showing Cheng Paiyou's agility of body gossip to the fullest.

Xuanming's axe moves were fierce and merciless, the tip of the blade brushed Xin Ziqiu's chest for a while, and brushed against his ear for a while, it was extremely dangerous, but it didn't hurt the young man at all.

At this time, three days had passed since Xin Ziqiu returned from the Whirling World.

These days, he has been living in this hotel owned by the Yuxu Palace. Apart from eating and sleeping, he is practicing martial arts with Xuanming every day. His days are monotonous and fulfilling.

Since knowing that his father is inextricably linked with the Whirling World, Xin Ziqiu has a new goal.

That is to improve the strength as soon as possible, become the most powerful person above the walker, and understand more core secrets of the Whirling World.

Only in this way can he have a chance to solve the mysteries of his father one by one.

The two fought for a while, Xuan Ming made a false move, jumped out of the circle, nodded in satisfaction and said:

"Okay, the little guy has two skills. It seems that your father has laid your foundation very firmly, so you can learn new math skills very quickly."

Xin Ziqiu handed the double ax to one hand, picked up a towel on the ground beside him, wiped his sweat, let out a long breath, and asked:

"How long will it take me to practice to your level?"

Xuan Ming picked up a bottle of beer, unscrewed the cap with a snap, took two gulps, and smacked his lips comfortably.

"You have to fight more, our sparring can only make you familiar with weapons, dismantling and dismantling moves, it won't do much.

"Yuanyang Yue is a weapon for killing people. It's useless to just practice it. If you want to really master it, you must see blood."

She paused, then said:

"Besides, if you practice martial arts in the real world, without the blessing of extraordinary power, you can't use many unique moves. After you advance to the middle-level walker and can use the unique secret realm of martial arts in Yuxu Palace, our duel training will be really effective. It worked a little bit."

Xin Ziqiu nodded slightly, Xuan Ming's words were very reasonable, but regarding martial arts, more haste makes waste, and we can only proceed step by step.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that the jade pendant of Yuanshi Tianzun in his arms was slightly hot, so he reached out and took it out, handed it over and said:

"How is this going?"

Looking at the colorful rays of light emitting from the beautiful jade, Xuan Ming smiled and said:
"The Realm of Floating Life has opened, you go take a bath and get ready, we will go to Baiyun Temple in a while."

……

In Yanjing City in June, the heat wave is rolling.

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the stone flows like gold.

Baiyun Temple is located in the busy city, usually full of incense, tourists like crucian carp.

However, due to the inexplicable loss of water a few days ago, the entire Taoist temple is still undergoing a comprehensive self-inspection and is temporarily closed.

The fire happened very strangely. It was clear that the flames were burning into the sky and black smoke was billowing just a second ago, but when the fire brigade arrived, it had already died down, and it did not cause any casualties or property losses. Not even a single scripture was destroyed. It didn't burn out.

The entire Taoist temple is intact, which is really amazing.

If there were not so many witnesses at that time, I am afraid that the firefighters would have arrested several veterans for the crime of calling the police and disturbing public order.

At this time, Xin Ziqiu was standing beside Xuanming, looking at the copper ring of the animal head on the vermilion lacquer gate of Baiyun Temple, slightly dazed.

"We... just go in like this?"

Pointing to the four big characters "Tourists are not allowed" pasted on the door, he asked puzzledly.

Powerful walkers go to heaven and earth in the whirling world, reach the stars and embrace the moon, and are omnipotent, but in the real world they still have to abide by the law honestly.

This place is obviously closed to the public, Xuan Ming will not bring himself to force it...

Xuan Ming glanced at him with a smile, took the jade tablet given by Yuanshi Tianzun, and gently swayed it over the Zhumen.

In an instant, Xin Ziqiu felt his world spinning, and the space around him seemed like a shattered mirror, shattering into pieces, revealing another world inside.

This place is different from the outside world. There are only three colors of black, white, and gray within the range of vision, which looks cold and gloomy.

Xuan Ming had long since realized the strangeness, and with his usual expression, he explained lightly beside Xin Ziqiu:

"This is the dark zone between the whirling world and the real world. We ordinary walkers can only enter with tokens under very special circumstances, such as the few days when the secret realm is opened."

Xin Ziqiu looked around and saw that the surrounding scenery was not much different from before except for the loss of color.

It's just that the cars and pedestrians on the road have disappeared, and the entire Yanjing City is empty and dead silent.

And the Baiyun Temple standing in front of him, although it is still the same building, but with overgrown vines, stalks, and moss on the outer walls, it looks like a deserted wasteland that no one manages, and it looks more and more lonely and simple.

Xuan Ming pushed lightly, and the door creaked open, and a decayed and withered atmosphere rushed over.

She stepped in without paying attention, and Xin Ziqiu quickly followed behind.

I saw an arch bridge behind the gate. Although the flowing water was gurgling and clear, there was not a single fish swimming, not even a single aquatic plant, and there was only a strange sense of death.

Walking through the arch bridge, there is an open courtyard with a length and width of more than ten meters. There are white marble columns on both sides, and there are screen walls around.

The ground is covered with huge green bricks, which are not dusty at all, but the cracks between the bricks are dotted with moss, which looks desolate and decayed.

Across the courtyard is the main hall, on which hangs a high plaque, the bronzing on it has long faded, and the three characters "Zixiao Palace" can only be barely distinguished.

Looking inside the door, it was a black hole.

Xin Ziqiu followed Xuan Ming into the hall, raised his eyes and couldn't help being surprised.

This Zixiao Palace looks inconspicuous from the outside, but inside it is a huge palace the size of a football field.

And different from the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere outside, although there is still no color here, there are carved beams and painted buildings, bright lights, and rockery bonsai are set up everywhere.

Not only that, at this time, sitting or standing in the palace, dozens of people, men and women, old and young, gathered together in twos and threes to chat.

Xin Ziqiu's eyes quickly swept across the crowd, and he soon spotted several familiar figures.

Du'er Xingjun of Lingxiao Palace, Nine Heavens Su Nu.

And Xiao Zizai, the descendant of Chen-style Tai Chi who fought fiercely with him.

……