The years when I created the ancient heaven

Chapter 20 Old Ancestor
The night is already deep.

In the darkness, a mist dispersed, covering the entire Yunjian City. From a distance, there were sparks flickering, as if setting off this place into a heaven above the clouds.

And in this fog, someone walked step by step on the bustling street in the past.

She walked out of the square market, walked into the tea tree alley, walked to the end of the road, entered the private school, and stepped into the main hall.

Here, the old master seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He was still sleeping on the recliner, his eyes seemed to be closed, and the snoring sound seemed to be there.

It wasn't until the figure arrived that he said, "Come?"

A soft and cold female voice sounded, with a little suppressed waves: "I kept you waiting for a long time."

Inside the room, the light from the candles slowly faded away, revealing the face of the person who turned out to be Shen Jinxiu, the Four Seasons Sword Master.

One is the lord of the Four Seasons Palace, one of the most powerful members of the Galaxy Sword Sect, and one of the best sword cultivators in the world.

One is the old master, a mortal who is getting old, it is hard to imagine that they will meet this night.

However, the two people in it didn't feel that there was anything wrong.

The old master said again: "This time, you have done a good job, a sword cultivator should behave like a sword cultivator, he would rather seek from the straight than from the curved.

Moreover, if you make such a fuss, it is estimated that some old immortals will have to murmur in their hearts. "

The female sword cultivator's eyes shrank suddenly: "So, after all, there are still their shadows behind this?
In other words, during the time we have been away, has anyone been to Xinghe Jianzong? "

The old master sighed: "What do you think?
They are like the shadows in the sun, as long as there is the sun, they are indispensable. "

The female sword cultivator was very puzzled: "But what do they want to do?"

"Who knew? They never pitched their ideas.

However, some people speculate that they want to pierce the sky, break through the shackles of the heaven, and break through the ultimate limit.

But their approach is really too radical! "

Speaking of this, the old master shook his head, and said again: "This time, Lu Wu was really careless.

Tigers, tigers, tigers who have been around for thousands of years, hey, it's really sad to end up like this! "

It can be clearly seen that there is an indescribable loneliness in the eyes of the old master, maybe he is feeling sorry for the tiger, or maybe he is feeling something else.

The female sword master felt a little uncomfortable, she changed the subject and said: "It's because we are too ineffective, otherwise, you don't have to work too hard!"

The old master laughed and said: "Guess, it's already very good, that step is not so easy after all, especially the sword cultivator."

Speaking of this, the old master also got rid of the influence of sad emotions, but asked: "I heard that the little guy from outside wants to enter the Tibetan Falou?"

"Yes!"

The female sword master nodded, and expressed her worry: "That little guy, it's really a pity, I've never seen anyone who can directly see the inspiration of heaven and earth, and can directly manipulate it, it's unbelievable to say it.

But the deadline is there, all his struggles are in vain! "

"In vain?"

The old master chuckled: "Thousands of years ago, when Daxuan replaced Xia, we immortal cultivators never thought that we could defeat those warriors. It is indeed terrifying to have those warriors who condense into dharma bodies, but what will happen in the end?

I have always climbed the immortal road from scratch, from small to big, from weak to strong.

Miracles, after all, are created by people, not born with them. "

"You mean to let him try?"

The female sword master still has some doubts: "But I always feel that his appearance is too coincidental, I am afraid that he is..."

Before the female sword master finished speaking, the old master laughed: "Are you afraid that he is the secret son of those people?"

"I haven't been able to figure out the specific origin of that kid, but it can't be the secret of those people."

The old master was very sure, but when he changed the topic, he said softly: "What's more, so what if it's a dark child? People's hearts are the most elusive."

"Since you have said so, then I will arrange it?"

"Just do what you want, it's a free move."

"Well!"

After talking about the matter, the female sword master bowed and saluted, and couldn't help saying before leaving: "You, you still have to pay attention to your body!"

"It's okay, it can last for a few more years, you guys, grow up quickly."

……

Four Seasons Sword Master Shen Jinxiu left, just like when she came, his figure disappeared into the mist, but the old master was still sitting where he was, and he never got up from the beginning to the end.

However, when the female sword master left, his originally fairly clear demeanor became more and more sluggish.

On the reclining chair, his eyes were blurred and distracted, as if he was thinking of someone or something from a long time ago.

After drinking a full cup of tea, he suddenly sat up. Although he was still shaky and swaying, he stood up resolutely, walked into the depths of the private school, and came to a study.

The study room is very large, except for the entrance and exit door, there are seven floors of large bookshelves on all four sides of the wall, which are filled with various books.

There is also a faint fragrance in the study room, I don't know where it comes from, and I don't know where it falls, but it is obviously an extremely clever method of anti-corrosion and insect-proof.

Even if some books have gone through many years at first glance, and the pages are yellow and dry, they are still fresh here for a long time.

It's just that the old master is old after all, and he doesn't have much energy to take care of them one by one, and some places are just randomly placed.

The old master searched through the pile of books for a long time, and finally found a thick book.

The cover of the book is polished with rare mahogany, it looks thick and dark red, and there is no writing on the cover, as if it is empty.

After the old master found the book, he started to walk out, still in the main hall, still on the reclining chair, he fumbled for the book in his hand, as if he was a bit reluctant, but his eyes were on the ceiling.

What was reflected in his cloudy pupils was not the reflection of the ceiling, but he had crossed an unknown distance and obstacles, and saw someone under the oil lamp, looking at the book in his hand while writing furiously.

From time to time, he stopped writing, frowning, showing a thoughtful look.

From time to time, he raised his head and concentrated, and a light spot lit up between waving his hands, performing various changes.

The old master smiled: "He is a hard-working person, even if there is a strong wind, he will never give up in life, hehe, this is very good.

Crazy Ning, look, does this person look like you? "

In the end, the old master's eyes have fallen on the mahogany secret book in his hand, groping with the old palm, he seems to see another high-spirited person: "The same talent, the same heart, the same forever Don't give up, the same day is not a holiday.

You guys are so much alike, when I saw him, it was as if I saw you.

So be it, pass your inheritance to him, maybe you can wish him a helping hand, or maybe you can accomplish the miracle that you were unable to accomplish back then. "

As he was talking, the old master suddenly threw the book in his hand out. The movement was not big, and the speed was not fast. The book was only thrown a short distance, and it was almost on the ground.

But after waiting for a long time, there was no sound of landing.

Look again, there seems to be a strange space distortion in the void, and the book has disappeared after falling into the distortion.

On the first floor of Zangfa Building, somewhere in a corner where an unknown amount of dust had accumulated, there was a strange distortion, a book fell from it, and smashed into the pile of books with a bang.

It was very strange. At this time, the books became very large and thick, as if they were carved from dark red rocks, with a length and width of one meter.

When it first appeared, it seemed abrupt, standing out from the crowd like a chicken.

But gradually, it seemed to blend into the surrounding environment again, very ordinary.

Until then, a bald young man walked over holding a bright night pearl.

He was obviously disturbed by the noise, but after checking back and forth many times, he found nothing.

In the end, he had no choice but to scratch Wa Liang's bald head, and left hesitantly.

……

During the waiting period, Mo Chengjun was not idle, he started the practice of Hunyuan Qi, opened up the upper dantian, and condensed his first ray of mana.

Whether it is martial arts or immortality, at the beginning one has to draw qi into the body, and the easiest way to draw qi into the body is actually breathing.

Yes, it is the most common breath.

In other words, even mortals can swallow the inspirations of the world every day, but they don't know how to use them. Immortal cultivators and warriors have found the correct way to use them.

The heaven and the earth are full of inspiration, almost everywhere, but some places are rich, and some places are much thinner.

As for Yunjian City, anyway, it is also the periphery of Galaxy Sword Sect, so there is no doubt about the concentration of its inspiration.

As for Mo Chengjun's talent is not bad, his perception is even more keen.

After he mastered the correct method and worked hard to adjust his breathing rhythm, he quickly noticed the inspiration entering his body.

According to his observation, this inspiration is the same as other gases in the air, it will enter the lungs through the mouth and nose when breathing.

If it is a mortal, this inspiration is the same as carbon dioxide, it will be discharged after a circle in the body, and it will not be felt.

But if you are a practitioner, you can perceive this inspiration and add it to the body circulation like oxygen.

It can also be driven by thoughts, and flow continuously through the complex tendon diagram according to a specific route, until at a certain moment, when it is incorporated into the upper dantian, mana is formed.

In the theory of this world, the meridians and acupoints are all unblocked, and those who are not unblocked are dead, but unblocked does not mean that it is easy to form a cycle of inspiration.

This is not only extremely energy-consuming, but also requires sufficient concentration, otherwise the cycle cannot be completed, and the inspiration will still be the inspiration, which cannot be converted into mana, but will just disperse.

Moreover, even if the inspiration cycle is completed, it depends on how much of the inspiration can be converted into mana, which is also particular, and another professional term has to be involved-the stickiness of the body to the inspiration.

Also known as the leakage of inspiration.

This is also an extremely important item in talent root detection.

If the viscosity is high, the natural practice will be fast, if the viscosity is low, and even large-scale leakage occurs, then the practice will naturally be twice the result with half the effort.

Well, there's a lot of expertise involved, and he's notoriously shallow.

So, Mo Chengjun made a decision, he had to complete all the courses he had taken as an outer disciple, at least to lay a solid foundation for himself.

However, before he could take any action, there was news from Four Seasons Sword Master Shen Jinxiu that the matter had been settled.

From today, Mo Chengjun has become a sweeper in the Cangfa Building.

Yes, not a librarian,

It's the cleaning staff!
(End of this chapter)