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Chapter 79 Yuqing Sword Art (for further reading)

"Thank you, brother, thank you, brother."

With an incomparably bright smile on his face, the little Taoist priest Shucheng thanked him repeatedly.

Gu Changsheng nodded with a dark face, not really wanting to talk.

"The Dao heart is stable!"

Leaving this sentence quite freely, the little Taoist walked out in high spirits.

In the Sutra Pavilion, Gu Changchang sighed, got up and walked towards a bookshelf.

There is a wooden sign hanging on the bookshelf with three large characters written on it.

"Elixir class".

Gu Changsheng searched carefully, hoping to find some pills that could make people smarter.

Can be searched for a long time, but found nothing.In desperation, he had no choice but to walk to the door on the first floor.

He coughed softly, which attracted the attention of the old Taoist. Gu Changsheng bowed his head and asked aloud, "Senior, I would like to ask, is there any record of a pill that can open one's wisdom in the Sutra Pavilion?" .”

The old Taoist moved his eyes away from the phone and glanced at Gu Changsheng.

"Is the child at home not smart?"

Seeing through his purpose, Gu Changsheng nodded awkwardly.

"There's no such thing. If there were any, old man Wang would have eaten it for kid Xuan'an, and that kid wouldn't be as virtuous as he is now."

Withdrawing his eyes and staring at the phone again, the old Taoist replied lightly.

Makes sense...

Gu Changsheng's face froze, he sighed in disappointment, and dismissed the idea.

He turned around and walked towards the Sutra Pavilion, walked to the bookshelf of kendo techniques, and found a bamboo slip in a corner. The material was very extraordinary, and it seemed to be quite old.

Gu Changsheng unfolded the bamboo slips, and the words "Yuqing Sword Art" appeared in front of his eyes.

Continuing to look down, Gu Changsheng discovered that the origin of this sword technique is very extraordinary.

According to the statement on the bamboo slips, all monks practicing swords in the Yuqing Palace in the past must practice this sword art. On the bamboo slips, there are many spiritual insights left by senior practitioners.

Looking carefully, he really wanted to know what warning words these seniors in the cultivation world had left behind.

"Nothing to do today, Goulan listening to the music, Yan Niang danced beautifully. Lao Shizi's swordsmanship, it doesn't matter if you don't practice it. ——Wu Huan."

……

Gu Changsheng had some impression of the name "Wuhuan". The owner of Yuqing Palace hundreds of years ago seemed to be called Wuhuanzi...

The image of a senior expert collapsed in an instant, and Gu Changsheng continued to look down.

"There are a lot of important things today, but I still listen to the music. The new oiran is very good-looking, but compared to Yanniang..."

Gu Changsheng continued to flip through, and saw the following words.

"But it's much younger than Yanniang. It's a pity. In addition, the master found out that I didn't practice the sword art, so he beat me hard. I can't beat him for the time being. I will take revenge when he is old. ——Wu Huan"

Hiss~ Master is kind and apprentice is filial.

In addition, I don't know what kind of beauty Yanniang is, so that Wuhuanzi can't forget it so much...

Gu Changsheng looked further down, and there were messages in the blank space of the bamboo slips, and there were many famous senior monks among the messagers.

Picking up the bamboo slips, he began to read them carefully.

After a long time, Gu Changchang breathed a sigh of relief, his heart was full of admiration for this sword art.

This sword art, first of all, requires the seniors of the master to inject a sword intent into the practitioner's body.

Guided by this sword intent, practitioners can condense their own sword energy.

In the end, he used his own sword energy to defeat the sword intent left by his predecessors.So far, the first stage of Yuqing Sword Art has been completed.

The talents of monks are different, and the amount of sword energy that can be visualized is also different. Of course, the power of using sword tactics in the future will also be different.

According to the records on the bamboo slips, a monk with strong talent has sword intent like a mountain and sword energy like rain.

Many seniors have been cultivating this step for more than ten years in order to condense a sufficient amount of sword energy.

In the blank space, Gu Changsheng saw many messages from senior monks.

"Today's leg was broken by Master, so I can't go to the bar. In addition, the sword energy has been formed, there are about a thousand strokes, and the sword intent left by Master is vulnerable. ——Wu Huan."

"Senior mighty!"

"Senior mighty!"

……

The following are all copy and forward.

Gu Changsheng looked down further, and finally found the names of a few acquaintances.

"Swords spread across the river, numbering more than fifteen hundred. —Wang Wudi."

"The sword crosses the mountains and seas, with a total of 630 and eight ways. I, Li Xuan'an, was not born in the sky, and the way of the sword is like a long night through the ages."

Gu Changsheng had black lines all over his head, and others always gave approximate numbers, but this idiot counted them one by one and then left a message.

Just as he was about to continue looking down, the old Taoist doorkeeper suddenly appeared beside him. The old man glanced at the book he was reading and said aloud.

"The Sutra Pavilion will be closed earlier today. I have some important things to attend to. Come back tomorrow."

Understood, Hilton 5488, you have important matters to discuss with people.

Gu Changsheng complained silently in his heart, and walked out of the scripture pavilion together with the old Taoist priest without making a sound.

When he reached the door, the old Taoist casually patted him on the shoulder. Gu Changsheng suddenly felt palpitations and broke out in a lot of cold sweat.

"Sword Intent, just visualize it this way." The old Taoist said casually with no expression on his face.

Only then did Gu Changsheng come to his senses, and bowed respectfully. Wang Wudi and Layman Lianping were not there, and he was wondering where to find a senior for help.

Unavoidably curious, Gu Changsheng asked aloud, "Senior, how much sword energy did you condense when you practiced the sword art?"

The old Taoist raised his head when he heard the words, his face was full of complacency.

"Not much, only about two thousand."

After all, the old Taoist took a step forward and disappeared in place.

Only Gu Changsheng was left dumbfounded.

Feeling that Yuqing Palace is really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Gu Changsheng walked home.

From a distance, he saw An An and Lu.A man and a pig stand on the bank of a pond, sneaking around.

Stepping lightly, Gu Changsheng moved closer, wanting to see what tricks they were up to.

By the pond, An'an's chubby little hands squeezed out a Dao Jue. Judging by the gesture, it seemed to be a water-controlling Jue.

After a while, a blister rose from the pond, and there was a very fat fish in the blister.

Lou looked excited as the water bubbles slowly moved to the shore.

Gu Changsheng understood it a little bit, probably because Lu was too hungry, and An An was helping Lu catch fish to eat.

But what Lu didn't expect was that the little girl couldn't bear to see the fish struggling desperately.

She hesitated for a while, then waved her little hand and put the fish back into the water.

Lu stared at An An with wide eyes, very wronged, hoping to hear a reasonable explanation.

"Hey, it looks so pitiful, pigs don't want to eat it." An An touched Lu's head and said in a childish voice.

Looking at Lu who was so hungry and weak, the little girl felt distressed and patted Lu.

"Let's go, Zhuzhu, let's go to Brother Shucheng, and I'll get you some food."

Lu, brought by An An, walked all the way to the residence of the little Taoist priest Shucheng.

Leaving them alone, Gu Changsheng hurried home.

He wanted to know how much sword energy he could condense.

　Recently, my schedule has been too chaotic...serious lack of sleep, I can't stand it anymore.

　　One update today, catch up on sleep, and resume two updates tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)