Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Chapter 215 The Origin of Taoist Scriptures

"Oh, old man, why are we still here? It's already the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, and Tianjian Sect has refused to let us in for a long time. Let me tell you, we can just go back."

Twenty miles outside Wanjian City, a fat man in golden brocade was biting into the golden and oily chicken legs roasted in his hands while complaining to a sloppy old man in front of him.

Hearing this, the old man gave the little fat man a fierce look, blew his beard and said with a glare: "It's not because of you that I had either a stomachache or a pain in my butt along the way. I missed the time and now I have to be delayed for another ten days."

The little fat man heard this and said indifferently: "Anyway, I have already said that I am not interested in the swordsmanship of Lao Shizi. Even if you move that tablet in front of me, I will not look at it."

"What do you know, kid? There is a big secret hidden in the tablet of Tianjian Sect. If it can be cracked, it will be enough for you to use in the next life." The old man reached out and slapped the back of the little fat man's head, and said with hatred.

Unexpectedly, the little fat man just glared at him with slight dissatisfaction and said: "If the monument is really so powerful, will it be the turn of Tianjian Sect to take charge?"

"Hey, why do you think that monument is still standing there after so many years? It's because there are too many people paying attention, and no one dares to do anything rashly. Secretly, there are countless pairs of eyes staring at it.

Tianjian Sect is now like a puppy walking on a rope. It may only take a gust of wind to fall and be shattered to pieces.

Even if I don't take this monument, someone will take it sooner or later. Maybe if I take it, it will save the lives of their entire sect. "The old man chuckled, and with his sloppy appearance, he looked very vulgar.

The little fat man glanced at the old man suspiciously, frowned and said, "Old man, you are overconfident. If you go and grab the sword monument, I'm afraid you will be chopped into pieces."

The old man grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, and looked at the little fat man: "I can't do it alone. I have a good disciple like you, right? If we work together, we can break into the dragon's pond and the tiger's den."

"Snapped"

As soon as these words came out, the little fat man was stunned and didn't even notice that the half-eaten big bird leg in his hand fell to the ground.

After a long time, the little fat man howled like a killing pig:

"Do not--"

"I won't go, I won't go. You can't figure out why you have to take me with you. You are already buried up to your neck in loess. You have lived enough. I haven't lived enough yet.

I won’t go, no matter what, I won’t go, even if I kill myself, I won’t go! "

"Don't want to go? That's not up to you." The old man smiled conspiratorially, reached out and grabbed the little fat man's collar, and picked him up like a chicken.

The poor little fat man is also a dignified Foundation-Building monk. At this moment, he has no power to resist except tearfully fluttering in mid-air.

"Old Song, Old Xu, help me..."

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Song Changsheng knew nothing about what was happening in the outside world. He sat in front of the wordless monument for three days. As the sun rose and the moon set, and the stars moved by, he remained as motionless as a sculpture.

His consciousness was immersed in the world transformed by the sword monument, and he was refining the [Sword Pill] methodically following the old man's movements.

The refining method of [Sword Pill] has existed in ancient times, but due to the cumbersome process and long history, very few people have mastered this unique refining technique.

In a remote place like Daqi Cultivation World, one is even more difficult to find.

Therefore, Song Changsheng seemed very serious and caring.

Not long after, he refined the first [Sword Pill]. Although it was only the lowest level one, he still felt full of accomplishment.

At this time, the old man looked at him with a look of relief, which immediately gave Song Changsheng the illusion that the old man knew of his existence.

But the old man just glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, and said to everyone in the hall: "The next step is the last and most important step, sealing the sword intention.

Whether [Sword Pill] is powerful or not is closely related to the sword intention sealed in it. Now, let me show you. "

The old man pointed his fingers like swords, slightly pointing toward the [Sword Pill] wrapped around his fingertips.

In an instant, Song Changsheng only felt a giant sword holding the sky flash in his heart. Then, the [Sword Pill] at the old man's fingertips glowed brightly, bursting out with strong sword energy, and the old man's feet were instantly covered with sword marks.

"Such a strong sword intent..." Song Changsheng was horrified, and looked at the old man with eyes full of awe.

Although the damage caused by the old man did not seem to be strong, only Song Changsheng understood what he had just experienced.

He had a hunch that as long as the old man was willing, he could cut through his Taoist heart with one sword.

The Taoist heart is illusory but real. There are many examples in the world where the Taoist heart is unstable and leads to demons or the Taoist heart is broken and the cultivation is completely lost.

But that is all affected by various factors.

The old man gave Song Changsheng the impression that he could forcibly cut through his Taoist heart, just as easily as a sickle cutting down a piece of wheat.

Such methods are simply appalling, and the sword immortals recorded in ancient books are nothing more than this.

At this time, the old man's gentle words sounded again: "Now, everyone should try it too."

As soon as the words fell, the monks in the hall who had already refined the [Sword Pill] began to try it.

Only Song Changsheng was in trouble when he looked at the [Sword Pill] in his hand. He had never even practiced a few sword techniques, how could he seal the sword intention?

Suddenly, he felt a shadow covering him. When he looked up, the old man had arrived in front of him at some point.

Looking around again, he was the only one left in the originally full hall.

The old man reached out and gently stroked his snow-white beard, looked at Song Changsheng with a smile and said: "I have seen countless people in my life. Your talent can only be regarded as a middle-to-lower talent, but your understanding is an upper-class talent. It's really strange."

The sudden change made Song Changsheng startled, and he felt a sudden chill. Is this old man really just a figment of the sword monument?

Suppressing the shock and uneasiness in his heart, Song Changsheng composed himself, solemnly bowed his hands to the old man and said, "My dear, my dear, senior."

Perhaps seeing his uneasiness, the old man stretched out his hand to lift him up, smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just a projection."

Without waiting for Song Changsheng's answer, the old man continued: "Speaking of which, you and I have some connections. I didn't expect to meet in this way. I can only say that we are destined."

Song Changsheng raised his head, a hint of silence appeared in his eyes, and then he quickly thought about what the old man meant by "origin".

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't figure out when he had been involved with such a big boss.

I had no choice but to bow respectfully: "You are stupid, please ask senior to clarify your doubts."

The old man looked at him with a half-smile, then stretched out his hand and nodded his head.

In an instant, Song Changsheng felt an electric current flash through his body. In his head, there was always a secret that he did not dare to reveal, and that was the "Wonderful Code of Creation".

Could it be that this is the origin that the old man mentioned?

"Do you understand? Yes, the "Wonderful Code of Creation" was created by me after my ascension. I gathered the talents of hundreds of schools. In addition to teaching it to my few unsatisfied disciples, I also made several rubbings of it. , banishing it to the boundless sea of ​​​​stars, looking for a destined person. There has been no news for so many years, I thought something had happened, but I didn’t expect to see you in the inheritance left by my old friend. It’s really mysterious. There is God's will in it." The old man's tone was full of relief.

But Song Changsheng only captured four words: "After Ascension."

"No wonder this "Wonderful Book of Creation" is so exquisite, it was actually written by an immortal!" Song Changsheng's eyes were full of shock, and then his mind became active. This is a huge thigh. Even if you just pluck out a leg hair, It’s enough to stretch myself to death.

What the old man said next made him even more delighted.

"Although we don't have the name of master and disciple, we are actually master and disciple. Cause and effect are cyclical. I can't be stingy anymore. I should prepare a big gift for you both emotionally and rationally."

Song Changsheng almost fainted from surprise and quickly bowed his head and said: "Disciple pays homage to Master."

The old man nodded kindly and helped him up, but what he said next made him instantly petrified, and his hot heart became cold.

“It’s just that I left behind this projection because I was entrusted by my friend to teach the refining method of [Sword Pill].

Now that you have mastered it, I don’t have anything to teach you, that’s all. After you ascend, I will prepare a great apprenticeship gift for you. "

Song Changsheng was dumbfounded. Ascension? You old man really think highly of me.

"Thank you, Master." Song Changsheng bowed his hands respectfully. He knew in his heart that what he saw in front of him was just a projection, and what he could do was very limited.

It's just that I understand, but I still feel a little lost in my heart.

"Well, I'm neither arrogant nor impetuous, and my character is quite decent.

Since you call me "Master", I will naturally not let you call me "Master" in vain. I will leave this thing to you. I hope you can use it in the future. "

The old man stretched out his finger and gently touched the center of his eyebrows. A brilliant light flickered. Song Changsheng felt as if he was in a trance. Then he felt a few more light groups in his mind, fluctuating in the sea of ​​consciousness.

"Master, what is this?" Song Changsheng was a little surprised.

There are no greater ups and downs in life than this. He had already given up hope, but he didn't expect that there would be an unexpected gain. If an immortal takes action, can it be a mortal thing?

The old man gently stroked his beard and said: "Don't ask too much, just check it out yourself after you go out. Each light group has a restriction, and the corresponding restriction will be unlocked every time it reaches a great realm.

It's not that you deliberately set limits for teachers, but that your current foundation is too shallow. Knowing some things too early is not a good thing for you, and may even lead to death. "

"Master's good intentions, disciples will be spared." Song Changsheng said quickly.

The old man nodded happily and said: "Very good, wake up."

After he finished speaking, before Song Changsheng could react, the environment changed instantly, and his surroundings returned to what they were before. Many monks were trying to seal the sword intent, but the old man was still standing next to the bronze tripod, looking at everyone kindly.

Song Changsheng realized that it was time for him to withdraw.

So, he bowed respectfully to the old man, then turned around and walked out of the hall.

Just when one foot stepped out of the hall, a kind voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "The true meaning of swordsmanship is neither in technique nor in law. It comes from the heart and comes from God.

Practice hard and don't slack off.

My name is [Qingtian], if you can become an immortal and ascend in the future, you can come and find me. "

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"From the heart, from God..."

In front of the sword monument, Song Changsheng slowly opened his eyes and kept mumbling this sentence.

The next moment, he seemed to realize something. Everything he had seen before was integrated at this moment. In his dantian, a cyclone emerged out of thin air above the black and white [Yin Yang Dao Foundation].

Song Changsheng raised his index finger, his heart moved, and a faint sword energy surrounded his fingertips.

"Is this... the prototype of sword intention?"

The old man's advice actually allowed him to integrate what he had observed on many stone tablets and comprehend the rudimentary form of the sword's intention!

The power of an immortal is so terrifying.

Looking at the sword stele in front of him, Song Changsheng was filled with emotions. It was widely rumored that this sword stele was left by an immortal. He didn't believe it before, thinking it was just a legend that everyone else said.

But now, looking at the few light groups that really existed in the sea of ​​consciousness, Song Changsheng realized that the rumors were true.

From the old man's last words, he already knew that the other party's name was [Qingtian].

In the Purple Royal Realm, this name only represents one person.

That was in the ancient times, when the art of refining weapons had not yet matured, he created the method of refining the [Sword Pill], and established the lineage of the [Qingtian Sword Immortal] who finally ascended to the upper world!

After his death in his previous life, he was brought by the Taoist scriptures to be reincarnated into this world, probably because of this reason.

As a friend of such a powerful person, the owner of the sword monument must not be simple, and maybe he is also a certain sword immortal in the history of the Purple Royal Realm.

"I really have the intention to plant flowers but they don't bloom, but I have no intention to plant willows to create shade. I have no intention of swordsmanship, but I never wanted to set foot in it in this way. That's all. Let's take it as an inference."

Song Changsheng sighed quietly, stood up and bowed to the sword monument.

Fortunately, everyone around him was meditating on the sword monument, and no one heard his words, otherwise he might have been beaten by a group of people.

After all, there were many people who could never reach the threshold of sword intent in their entire lives, but he stepped in easily, and he was not happy about it.

But Song Changsheng didn't just get an advantage and act like a good boy. He did it from the bottom of his heart. The way of the sword is different from others and requires a person to pursue it throughout his life.

Since his family knew his own affairs, it was impossible for him to become a swordsman like Song Qingxing and Xu Yunhe. For him, swordsmanship was just an additional means of attack.

"However, this trip was worthwhile. Not only did I find out the origin of the Taoist Sutra, but I also got a thick leg, although this thick leg can only be hugged after ascending.

By the way, I still don’t know what Master has left in my mind, I have to take the time to take a look. "Song Changsheng thought in his mind. He glanced at Song Qingxing and found that he still didn't move.

After thinking for a while, he called a disciple of the Tianjian Sect and said, "Can I have a quiet room? I can gain a little."

The disciples of the Sword Sect were already used to this that day and replied: "There are still five days until the Stele Forest opens. Senior, please come with me."

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(End of this chapter)