Confucian Sword Fairy

Chapter 3 Immortal Fate
boom.

The unknown thunder roared, disturbing the world.

The drifting heavy rain fell, sweeping the entire Taihao Sword Sect.

In the room, wisps of spiritual energy submerged into the body.

Song Zhishu slowly opened his eyes, he was disturbed by the thunder.

The sound of the rain outside the window was loud, patting on the eaves, which made people feel a little bad.

Light rain is as moist as crisp, but heavy rain is different, and it will only make people feel bad.

"Why is there such a heavy rain?"

"There is no notification from Jiantian Pavilion."

Song Zhishu didn't open the window, but was a little curious in the room.

Generally, if there is heavy rain, Jiantian Pavilion will post a notice to remind the monks to be careful, so as not to stumble and fall while climbing the mountain road.

The rain came suddenly, making it impossible for people to practice meditation.

Sighing, Song Zhishu felt a little melancholy.

He had just accepted the mission of the sect, if the heavy rain continued, traveling would be a problem, and such heavy rain might also affect Lingtian.

It's really a leak in the house and it rains all night.

Without thinking too much, Song Zhishu took out a carving knife from his sleeve, added a black stone, fixed the black stone on an iron frame, and began to prepare for daily work.

Among the immortal sects, sect missions are not the only way to obtain spirit stones.

Xianjia Baiyi is also a kind.

Even as long as they are not from a wealthy family or have a good family background, most monks will more or less master some skills.

Among them, the most common ones are alchemy, refining tools, talismans, formations, inscriptions, divination, beast control, puppets, appraising treasures, and spiritual plants.

The lowest cost is the spiritual plant and the inscription.

To put it bluntly, Lingzhi is cultivating the immortal version of farming, ripening and cultivating.

Of course, it would be great if one could master all the arts. For example, Taihao Sword Sect had a seventh-rank spiritual planter who mastered millions of acres of spiritual fields. The spiritual rice he planted was of the highest quality. Something that the Great Immortal Sect needs.

However, this item is only available to inner disciples, and outer disciples need to spend contribution points in exchange for it.

This spiritual planter has a very high authority in the sect, and his status is also detached.

This is the 360 ​​Five Elements, and the top picks come out of every line.

Song Zhishu didn't choose Lingzhi, not because he didn't want to, but mainly because he learned it was useless. Lingtian planting is a hot industry, and many people are fighting for positions. Adhering to the law that if you are hot, you will die, Song Zhishu chose the inscription.

The inscription is to engrave some ancient texts in the gems, so that some strange gems can generate power and bless the magic weapon.

It is said that some powerful inscription masters engraved ancient characters on the human body, nourishing the spiritual roots, extending life and longevity, and reborn, which is incredible.

But the requirements for an inscription teacher are very high, they must be mentally strong, not only that, but also master the immortal script.

The so-called fairy texts are ancient texts.

The essence of every era is neither a skill nor a magic weapon. In the face of time, everything is nothingness in the end.

The writing is different, it can be passed down forever, as long as the world is not destroyed, the writing will not be destroyed.

Text.

represents a heritage.

And the inscription master is to master these ancient fairy scripts, and then engrave them on the jade, and finally inlay these jades on the magic weapons or formations.

It can be said to be omnipotent.

And the longer the text from the era, the better the effect.

After a simple wash.

Song Zhishu came to the iron frame, then held a carving knife in his hand, and carved directly on the jade.

First draw the array pattern, and then the pen moves like a dragon and snake, and within ten breaths, the word "condensation" is carved.

For 15 years, Song Zhishu has been engraving this character, and his movements are naturally skilled.

This is the text of the Middle Ages.

How long is the history, Song Zhishu is not very clear, because every era cannot be measured.

There are a total of 360 characters recorded in the ancient fairy texts, but there are only [-] words that are really practical.

Because most of the characters, such as 'I', 'Bu', 'You', 'Chu' and some names, are meaningless.

The text that can be written into a book has been studied countless times.

360 Among the five fairy texts.

Every word contains great power, but the realm is not enough to display the corresponding ability.

Song Zhishu's choice of the word "condensation" can also be regarded as applicability.

It is the way of condensing Qi.

The engraved jade stone, blessed on the magic weapon flying sword, can quickly condense Qi, if it is blessed on the formation, such as the spirit gathering formation, the effect will be even better.

It's just that Song Zhishu can only inscribe one such jade in half a year.

Insufficient realm and high failure rate, the price of one low-grade immortal jade stone is at least twelve low-grade spirit stones, which is equivalent to four months' income.

But the cost is five coins each. In other words, there are only two chances. If you succeed once, you will make a small profit. If you fail consecutively, it will be a blood loss.

Song Zhishu will engrave it twice a year. When he is lucky, both of them can be made. In the past 15 years, there have only been two years of extremely bad luck. The rest are small profits, occasionally blood.

After the engraving is over.

Song Zhishu wiped the jade shavings on the black jade, examined it carefully, and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, so he directly wiped off the marks on it with a carving knife.

This black jade is just an ordinary miscellaneous jade, which is used for practicing hands.

In this way, Song Zhishu engraved it five times and got familiar with it every day, just to find the best condition, so the success rate is higher.

"Well, if I'm a monk at the fourth level of Qi training, I'm at least 15% sure, plus [-] years of hard training, I'm [-]% sure, and I don't need to look for a state."

"Sure enough, realm is the foundation of everything."

Song Zhishu sighed.

Whether it is a hundred arts of the fairy family, or killing demons and eliminating demons, the realm is the foundation of everything. If there is a realm, everything will go well, and if there is no realm, everything will not go well.

But thinking of this, Song Zhishu became a little angry, and spent a lot of money to buy a spiritual pen just to increase the probability by [-]%.

With the magic pen, not to mention anything else, I can carve jade every three months, four times a year, two yuan at a time.

The cost of forty spirit stones, plus the state of brewing every three months, and 15 years of proficiency.

Eighty-six percent is not a big problem.

It's really not too difficult to earn an extra twenty or thirty low-grade spirit stones in a year.

Lost.

Blood loss.

Feeling a little irritable.

Song Zhishu came to the desk and began to write silently every day.

Write it in the morning and evening to refresh your mind, and choose an inscription teacher because silently writing Confucian scriptures can speed up the recovery of mental exhaustion, which is of great help.

[The way of the university lies in Ming Mingde, in being close to the people, and in ending in perfection]

Still a university.

Song Zhishu carefully wrote silently, and he poured his spirit into it. In the past 15 years, he has written many Confucian classics, but he finally chose the university because of the lack of words.

It can be written in an hour.

Eloquently finished writing 2000 two hundred and twelve characters.

Song Zhishu let out a breath slowly.

Then put the brush aside, ready to burn the rice paper as usual.

Suddenly.

The words on the rice paper disappeared one by one, turning into wisps of white smoke.

"?"

Song Zhishu frowned, he was a little surprised and surprised.

In the past 15 years, he has written to the university countless times, but nothing like this has ever happened.

This is the first time.

"Could it be."

A bold and terrifying idea suddenly appeared in Song Zhishu's mind.

But before Song Zhishu continued to think about it, all the words on the rice paper had disappeared.

Then it turned into a beam of blazing white light and penetrated into the center of Song Zhishu's eyebrows.

At that moment, Song Zhishu fell to the ground and passed out.

And his consciousness sank directly.

As if falling into an abyss, the mind was extremely dizzy, and there was an illusion of infinite falling.

This feeling is like death.

I don't know how long it lasted, but when Song Zhishu's consciousness completely sank, a magnificent voice suddenly sounded.

clang!
clang!
clang!
The ancient bell rang, awakening Song Zhishu's consciousness.

Slowly opened his eyes, and soon after Song Zhishu's consciousness was completely awake, he couldn't help but froze in place.

I saw a majestic pagoda standing in front of me.

The pagoda is majestic, blooming with ten thousand rays of light, with immortal jade as the base, divine stone as the steps, glazed tiles, and octagonal tower body. If you look closely, there are nine layers in total. Just one glance, it will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

"Is this my chance?"

After a quarter of an hour of dementia, Song Zhishu came back to his senses. He felt unbelievable and couldn't help trembling.

15 Ah.

A full 15 years.

I traveled through time for 15 years.

Leng is suffering for 15 years.

Unexpectedly, at this time, he got a good fortune.

To be honest, Song Zhishu thought a few days ago that if he really got the chance of fortune, he might not be too excited.

The mentality has settled down.

But when the good fortune really appeared, Song Zhishu still couldn't keep calm.

He is excited!

He is excited!

He wished he could raise his head to the sky and scream.

After suffering for 15 years, is it really possible to be happy?

Song Zhishu swallowed his saliva.

He forced himself to calm down, then stepped up the steps and walked towards the pagoda.

Every step, Song Zhishu was excited.

The pagoda is full of rays of light, and its divine light is brilliant. It must not be an ordinary thing, and it is very likely that it is a fairy weapon in the legend.

Such a thing, not to mention making oneself a fairy, even making oneself reach the Jindan realm, Song Zhishu felt that it was enough.

Jindan.

This is a state that Song Zhishu could not even imagine.

It is difficult for him to build a foundation in his life, let alone Jindan?

A strong Jindan can be called a real person, and he can enjoy extraordinary treatment no matter where he goes.

Swallowed.

at last.

Song Zhishu came to the tower.

A blue and white gate appeared in front of him.

He didn't have the mind to pay attention to the style of the pagoda, all his mind was cast on the inside of the pagoda.

very nervous.

Also full of expectations.

No hesitation.

Song Zhishu put his hand on the door and pushed it slowly.

At that moment, the door opened.

All kinds of bright lights diffused from the pagoda.

And Song Zhishu's gaze froze for a moment.

To be precise, it was shocking.

I was completely shocked by the scene inside the pagoda.

He couldn't believe it.

own eyes.

(End of this chapter)