Buddhist Cultivation: Starting from Divination

Chapter 181 Taking the Sword Down the Mountain
Red Dust Fairy Peak.

The small lake is rippling and the green mountains are majestic.

Jiang Xuan was motionless in a long white dress, swaying with the swing made of withered vines, holding the vines with her slender fingers, staring intently at the handsome young man in white robes with wristbands in the middle of the lake.

Zhao Huai was sitting on the lake at this time, recuperating and practicing.

The miraculous thing is that he just stood in the middle of the lake without falling down, looking like a banished immortal from a distance.

Ripples kept appearing on the smooth lake surface, and the dragon at the bottom of the lake kept swimming, with a ferocious head looking at the man above it with fear.

Zhao Huai remained unmoved, but the aura on his body gradually rose.

The sharp sword energy stirred the Linghu Lake, causing waves of waves.

In an instant, a dark green long sword buzzed, passed across the lake, flew up, and escaped into the sky.

Zhao Huai stood up, raised his body from the center of the lake, took a step forward, and separated his feet.

One punch.

The water billows rise from the lake surface, the tornado dances with the boxing, the wild forest in the mountains splashed by the mist is like a fairyland, and the leaves are crystal clear like jade under the reflection of the sun.

"Hoohoo!"

Zhao Huai closed his eyes, one punch after another.

The power of the fist rolled away, and the power of the fist flowed between the heaven and the earth, like a torrent of river rising up, flowing from one side of the sky to the other, and finally fell like a heavy rain of splashed ink on the entire fairy peak, pouring down!

Under Zhao Huai's comprehension of the true meaning of Luoshui Boxing, the power is even more powerful.

If the previous boxing method was just a simple imitation, then the digested Luoshui boxing method is more suitable for him.

After finishing a set of punches, Zhao Huai stretched out his hand, still unsatisfied.

"Buzz!"

The dark green long sword fell straight down and fell into his hands.

At the same time, he grabbed another rusty sword from Xuanjie.

Throwing both hands, the two swords danced together, circulating around the body, getting faster and faster.

Soon, the lake water flowed with the flying sword, and once again a great river of sword power appeared.

"The principle of Luoshui sword technique is similar to that of Luoshui boxing technique, they are all manifested visions."

Zhao Huai nodded slowly, and after understanding, he stopped using sword skills.

Instead, he stretched out his hand and held the dark green long sword in the void.

Compared with Yanzu's Sword and the other swords, he felt that this dark green long sword had a special liking for him.

This tacit understanding even surpassed Yanzu's sword, which is really strange.

Zhao Huai clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, his mind was in a trance, for a moment, he seemed to see a woman in white clothes like snow again, who turned her head and smiled at him.

Back to reality, the surrounding spiritual energy rushed towards him quickly, condensing into sword energy.

"Roar!"

At this time, a flood dragon sprang out from the lake, roaring like thunder.

Zhao Huai's practice on the lake undoubtedly disturbed it.

It decided to teach this guy a lesson.

The sound wave of Jiaolong rolled in, and Zhao Huai's body retreated quickly.

He smiled with great interest on his face.

This Flood Dragon in Nascent Soul Realm is his son's guardian, and it was sent by Master Hai, just to practice his skills.

The method of the Dragon Slaying Immortal Art kept flashing in his mind.

Holding the sword, Zhao Huai drew a circle in the direction of Jiaolong. The next second, the sound waves receded.

Thousands of sword qi were condensed, and the tip of the sword pointed.

"Whizzing!"

The sword rain hit like a tide.

Seeing this posture, the blue-eyed dragon swung its tail and threw out a huge waterspout.

Zhao Huai was unhurried, calm and calm, the light of the golden core flowed to the meridians of all limbs, and also entered the dark green long sword.

A layer of dazzling golden sword energy was attached to the blade.

Zhao Huai stood proudly in the void, raised his sword slightly, and a majestic sword intent burst out.

A sacred phantom gathered behind him.

Then it came down from the sky and cut it down with a sword.

The sword energy soared to the sky, separated the hanging clouds from the sky, was cut to the sides, the woods swayed, and an entrance was separated from the left and right. This sword is like a finger of an immortal, no matter what it is, it has to give way.

Even Jiaolong's cyan vertical pupils could not help showing fear.

In Jiang Xuan's eyes, there was a touch of surprise.

In the past 200 years, she has traveled the world, met many people, and experienced many things.

There are gods who can destroy demons and demons with one palm, and they are invincible in the world. There are also common people in the market who walk in stalls and alleys every day, wrapped in plain clothes. The ghost cave has immeasurable merit, and she has seen it all over and over again.

Now she saw one more scene.

A very young man, with the power of the sword to open the clouds, with a mighty sword intent, capable of slaying dragons with one sword.

The avenue on this man's body gathered the aura of immortals, as well as the aura of fireworks from the mortal world.

Rare in the world.

The moment Zhao Huai dropped his sword, the sword energy all over the sky suddenly dissipated.

He rested on the blue-eyed dragon's head, and touched the other's thick horns.

"You are my son's guardian, how could I attack you, thank you for practicing sword with me."

Zhao Huai said with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He understands that if he fights with his life, this dragon is not so easy to deal with.

After all, this is a Nascent Soul Flood Dragon, and it's hard to say whether he will win or lose if he tries his best.

The main reason is that it has no intention of killing itself.

At this time, Zhao Huai's mysterious ring exuded a shocking aura.

What made this flood dragon who has practiced for thousands of years feel fear in his eyes.

It seems to be afraid of the things in the mysterious ring.

Seeing this, Zhao Huai was suddenly taken aback.

It seems that the black dragon breath in the small world suppressed the dragon.

It's really one thing and one thing.

Among the monster clans, it is normal to have rank suppression.

After releasing the Jiaolong, the frightened blue-eyed Bijiao went straight into the water.

Zhao Huai jumped back to the ground, thinking carefully about the gains and losses of the sword just now.

Although there is a sliver of the spirit of the dragon-slaying fairy, there is still a long way to go before he can truly achieve greatness.

"What's the name of that sword you just made?"

Jiang Xuan, who was sitting on the swing, spoke slowly, her beautiful eyes shining.

"Dragon Slaying Immortal Art."

Zhao Huai replied.

"The Dragon Slaying Immortal Art is indeed a move of an immortal, and this kind of divine ability is really hard to find in the world."

Jiang Xuan murmured, then looked at Zhao Huai with her eyes, and asked:

"Your kendo talent is the highest I have ever seen, but I feel that you are missing something of your own. Do you know your way?"

"Avenue? What avenue?"

Zhao Huai was puzzled.

"The Dao is your standpoint. Right now you are only a golden core, so of course you don't need to care about these things, but if you reach the Nascent Soul Transformation God in the future and face the Dao, you will suffer a lot like this."

Jiang Xuan explained patiently.

"Let's talk about the future later."

Zhao Huai replied with a smile.

Jiang Xuan shook her head, did not speak again, and moved her clear eyes to other places, not looking at him anymore.

Zhao Huainu pouted and scratched his head.

I don't know what this Hongchen fairy is thinking.

He stepped forward quickly and walked into the hut, intending to see the child.

Push open the door and look around.

The curtains made of green bamboo let through the light and shadow, and the room is not dark. Jade pots and tea cups are placed on the table.

"Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo"

Yu Qinghan wore a green gauze dress, with waist-length hair, sitting in the room, singing a little song softly, and the two babies in the car fell asleep.

After humming for a while, she continued to pick up the stack of files on the table and read them.

The eloquent documents spread out were half a meter long.

Zhao Huai found a stool, sat down, supported his head, yawned, and said lazily, "What's written on it."

Such a leisurely life is really addictive.

Holding the document, Yu Qinghan frowned slightly and said, "That uncle of mine is really worried. If I'm not around for a day, he'll be so wicked. He's thinking about reorganizing the court, and he doesn't care how much he weighs."

"Changning King Pei Ming?"

Zhao Huai asked.

"Yes, it is extremely difficult to deliver this document. It was already half a month ago. It seems that after so long, the outside world has changed a lot. The Northern Wolf finally showed its feet. Evil Heart, and you, Dayan, are also restless, making a fuss at the border."

Halfway through the conversation, Yu Qinghan looked at Zhao Huai with his phoenix eyes.

Zhao Huai waved his hands helplessly, and said: "Don't blame me, I don't worry about important matters in the court, maybe after I go back, it will be better."

"Don't be complacent, you have offended the Shenluo Empire, the Western Province is very dangerous now, and it has taken in a large number of Demon Sect disciples, and now it is a place full of evil spirits. I suspect that the Shenluo Empire has reached a cooperation with the Demon Sect. "

Yu Qinghan glanced at him and reminded.

Zhao Huai opened his eyes sleepily, as if he didn't take them seriously, propped his head up and said, "Don't worry, as long as our husband and wife join forces, the Shenluo Empire will be nothing."

"What are you going to do?"

Yu Qinghan turned his head and asked curiously.

"It's just a plan. We have to talk about the details after we go down the mountain."

"Ugh!"

Zhao Huai stood up, stretched his waist, his brows were full of regret.

"It's time to go."

Hearing his words, Yu Qinghan also sighed, and glanced at the two sleeping children with nostalgia.

Zhao Huai looked at the mountains outside the window and pondered slightly.

Right now, the secular dragons have been leaderless for a long time, and they can no longer be left alone.

The trip to Lingshan came to an end.

But before that, there is one more thing to do.

Tianduan Mountain.

A fiery breath bursts from the top of the mountain, and the sound of wrought iron is endless.

A young man in white came to the gate of the villa and said via voice transmission:

"Prince of Great Yan, Zhao Huai, come to get the sword."

A bunch of eyes looked at Zhao Huai who was at the door.

"Prince Great Yan is here?"

"Yes, I heard that the master has been making a sword for half a month, and it seems to be his."

"What? The master made it himself, and forged it for half a month? What kind of sword is this!"

"I don't know, why don't you go up and have a look, I also want to see what kind of sword is, so that the master can treat it so seriously."

The gate of the villa is open.

Zhao Huai was invited in, followed closely by Yu Qinghan.

After walking through the forging sword corridor, the fiery furnace and the exhibition hall, Zhao Huai quickly came to the room where Master Ruan Ban was staying, followed by many disciples of Tianduan Mountain.

"You came."

Master Ruan Ban said with a smile on his face, but his appearance was much haggard compared to half a month ago, it seems that he was tired from forging swords.

Even so, his face was still radiant.

"This natal flying sword will satisfy you."

Master Ruan Ban patted his chest and vowed.

After finishing speaking, he moved out of the way, revealing the deep sword pond beside him.

The disciples outside the door opened their mouths wide as they looked at the sword pond.

"Am I not mistaken, the master actually used the Sword Washing Pond?"

"I heard that only the best flying swords can be placed in this sword washing pool. Even broken copper and rotten iron can become good magic weapons in the sword washing pool."

"Xianjian Pond was formed by smelting millions of magic weapons, and it is a great opportunity for inheritance in Tianduan Mountain. Master must have his reasons for doing so."

After listening to the disciples' words, Zhao Huai smiled without saying a word, and took a few steps forward.

He saw a black flying sword standing under the deep sword washing pool.

"Your Highness, you can recognize the Lord with a drop of blood."

Master Ruan Ban reminded.

Zhao Huai nodded, stretched out his index finger, and slashed the condensed sword energy lightly, and blood beads the size of mung beans gushed out from his fingertips.

It just landed on the black flying sword with a crash.

The moment the blood beads melted into the sword body.

Zhao Huai felt a heart-to-heart feeling.

Domineering, very contemptuous and domineering aura rushed up, shocking him.

The whole person seemed to be in a dark and empty space, and a huge black dragon appeared in front of him, condescending and staring at him with red eyes.

But he quickly suppressed this breath.

This should be the sword spirit of this sword.

"What about the sheath?"

Zhao Huai turned around and asked.

Master Ruan Ban smiled slightly and said, "This sword has no sheath."

"No scabbard?"

Zhao Huai looked surprised.

"Yes, this sword is very powerful according to His Highness's request, so strong that nothing can be used as its scabbard, at least the old man can't find it."

"This is actually a sword without a scabbard."

Yu Qinghan on the side couldn't help but wonder.

After recognizing the Lord, Zhao Huai stretched out his hand, and the black sword at the bottom of the sword pool slowly rose.

It fell into Zhao Huai's hands.

"Bang" sound!
The black sword fell to the ground, and a large hole was inserted. The marble floor was cracked on all sides, and half of the sword body was missing.

Shen.

Very heavy.

This is Zhao Huai's first impression.

You know, he is a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, with the strength of one hand, how many catties of pure physical body are there?

Still can't lift a sword?

Infused with mana in his arm, Zhao Huai finally lifted the hilt of his sword easily.

He rubbed the edge of the sword and looked carefully.

The jet-black sword body, with deep fine lines, is noble and low-key, and it feels like a dragon scale to the touch, very smooth.

The edge of the sword was dark and cold, and one could faintly feel the violence in the flying sword.

Just holding it in his hand and injecting mana, Zhao Huai felt a strong breath emanating from the sword, hot and majestic.

It was as if a layer of black flame was attached to the blade.

Zhao Huai's body shook slightly, and he clearly felt the power of the sword passing through the meridians.

Can greatly increase the power of his sword.

This is unmatched by the previous Feijian.

Zhao Huai's hand holding the hilt of the sword tightened even more.

The next moment, he had already raised the sword with one hand, and the sword energy in his body basically didn't need him to circulate, it just flowed spontaneously and rushed towards the sword body.

Strength from head to toe, from body to hilt.

With such a light wave, Zhao Huaidan put down the sword.

"Be careful, this sword is extremely powerful and difficult to control!" Master Ruan Ban quickly reminded.

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of sword energy shot out suddenly, the wind screamed, and the sword buzzed like a dragon, making the disciples present turn pale and retreat subconsciously.

In front of him was a house made of high-quality spirit stones, leaving a very deep hole.

Zhao Huai was quite embarrassed, scratched his head, and apologized:

"sorry."

Master Ruan Ban shook his head and said: "It's okay, this sword is much stronger than you think, and you will understand in the future, what is shown now is only one percent, or even none, the most important thing is, the effect of this sword , it contains the soul of the black dragon, it is a sharp weapon for killing monsters, it can devour the body and energy of monsters, and then grow, I hope you use it properly."

When Zhao Huai heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Understood, elder."

"This sword should be my most proud work in the past hundred years. I hope that after a hundred thousand years, I can still hear its name."

Master Ruan Ban stroked his beard and smiled slightly.

under the blue sky.

Hundreds of thousands of mountains are hanging in front of the eyes, and the atmosphere of Xianjia is as mighty as fog.

The holes in the ancient immortal formation were filled, and the layers of sword energy piled up, looking like a Great Wall, guarding the world.

Zhao Huai and Yu Qinghan walked side by side hand in hand, with their backs against the mountains, and they were finally about to leave this paradise.

As if thinking of something, Zhao Huai turned his head, waved lightly to Lingshan, and bid farewell silently.

"Husband, are you reluctant to part with Lingshan?"

"No, I'm telling myself, don't be trapped in this Hundred Thousand Mountains."

(End of this chapter)