Changsheng: My realm is more than perfect

Chapter 86 The old news of the Heart Sword is born

Wu Meng wondered whether the sect would develop Qinglan Country into a fixed birthplace in the future.

Maybe this is an attempt.

Under Wu Meng's urging, the test was completed in just one stick of incense.

Perhaps because of the descendants of immortals, the probability is higher than imagined. A total of two children with immortal roots have been tested, but judging from the luminous level of the magic weapon, their qualifications are average.

Wu Meng didn't waste any more time, rolled the two children up into the cloud shuttle, and flew away through the sky.

Two days later.

Yunyao Sect, at the top of Sanjiang Peak.

As soon as the morning light began to dawn, there were monks driving vehicles coming and going, and bluebirds carrying baggage came in groups.

Wu Meng handed the two children to the disciple who took over the matter, received his monthly salary for the previous half year, and returned to Songmang Peak.

In the main hall at the top of the first peak.

There seem to be piles of ancient books and scriptures placed on Songmang's desk at any time.

It can be seen that he is studying something with great concentration, maybe it is an elixir recipe or a certain residual technique.

As for the days of seclusion and meditation, Wu Meng rarely encountered them.

Doesn’t this master of mine not practice?

"came back?"

Song Mang's voice still rumbled.

Wu Meng looked at his curly beard, and then listened to this powerful voice. It was difficult to combine a Taoist with a poor scholar with a bright head.

The master should look like a venerable person carrying an alchemy furnace and fighting bare-chested, which fits the style of the painting.

Wu Meng thought funnyly.

After leaning a little, he briefly told Song Mang what he had experienced.

Songmang's eyes flickered: "Xi Mo... the person you met should be a disciple of Juesha Palace."

"This group of evil cultivators is hiding at the junction of two continents. The location of the sect is secretive and difficult to find. The Yunyao Sect tried to eradicate it a hundred years ago, killing a wave of disciples in the late stage of Qi training and breaking their backs. Unexpectedly, this tone of voice would slow down again. ”

The lifespan of a foundation-building monk is usually around two hundred years.

Its prime time of protecting the sect was only about a hundred years.

For this reason, the fifty-year wave of late-stage qi-training monks is the backbone of the sect's continuity. Once there are too many casualties, it will directly affect the sect's qi for hundreds of years.

After Wu Meng finished speaking, he wanted to show the sandworm directly to Song Mang.

Without thinking about the other party, he waved his hand: "If you get something, treat it with care. If you can't handle it, show it to me."

"From now on, don't tell everything clearly. This is true for me, and even more so for others. If you want to be filial to me, use the method of filial piety. Even for your own son, I have to teach him to keep secrets. I understand. ?"

Wu Meng understood the underlying meaning.

'It is true that I am your mentor, but concealing something is a monk's principle of doing things and does not violate the kindness. ’

Wu Meng is naturally a person who knows how to hide his clumsiness.

From Song Mang's words, he felt many indescribable emotions.

He bowed seriously and then nodded heavily.

"By the way, Master, is there a future for Jianghu martial arts?" Wu Meng suddenly asked.

Song Mang laughed: "You should have a deep understanding of the state of mind."

Wu Meng raised his eyebrows in surprise, not expecting that the other party actually knew about this.

Song Mang thought about it for a moment: "This matter should have been discussed later in your breakthrough in Qi training. Since you asked in advance, I will briefly explain it to you."

"This matter is not about warriors, but it is related to the heart!"

Song Mang suddenly asked: "Do you know why there are no great monks above the Golden Core in our three continents?"

"Is the spiritual energy thin?" Wu Meng briefly thought about this question.

"Why thin?"

Wu Meng couldn't answer.

Song Mang said: "Once upon a time, there was a well-deserved peerless immortal sect here. The core disciples in the sect all practiced the 'Heart Sword' technique. They had practiced it to the fourth level to cut through everything. It was difficult for Nascent Soul monks to defeat them."

"Heart, sword..."

Wu Meng chewed these two words carefully. “Five hundred years ago, this sect suddenly launched a grand formation and completely locked the sect.”

Wu Meng asked curiously: "Did something happen?"

Song Mang nodded: "This lock has not been completely opened to this day, but something is certain.

Because the leaders of the three continents' spiritual veins gathered in this sect, not long after it was blocked, the spiritual energy in the three continents suddenly decreased by 50%! "

"Nearly cut in half! This is a sign of a broken spiritual vein."

Wu Meng was surprised.

Song Mang did not go into depth on this issue, but changed the subject: "The state of mind is the core of this sect's practice."

"It's just different from the internal training of a martial artist. The sword of the heart is resorted to the outside, gathering the sharp edges of the world and the state of mind, and only practicing one cut."

Wu Meng understood here.

There are various moods, and he himself tends to be introverted and indifferent, so the effect of his mood is to ignore and forget.

Back then, Tongxuan tended to be domineering and violent, so his state of mind added power.

And according to what Master said, the key to the sword of the heart is its edge, and the mind of a practitioner should also be sharp.

This is a bit like the true meaning that I glimpsed when I realized Thunder Eagle Po.

Needless to say, as a martial artist back then, he didn’t understand the meaning. But now, as an immortal, Wu Meng still had never heard of it.

It can only be said that the world is so vast, and what I see and hear is just a drop in the ocean.

"Have you heard of Jianxu?" Song Mang asked.

Wu Meng nodded, Wang Xumeng had told him.

"Five hundred years have passed, and the sect's formation has become worn out. Many peripheral areas have been exposed, and they are collectively called Sword Ruins."

Wu Meng suddenly realized.

Song Mang shook his head: "The dangers of the Sword Ruins are such that even the Golden Core cultivators can hardly say they are able to handle them with ease, and its core area is rarely visited by Yuanying from outside the continent."

"What I want you to do is located deep outside the Sword Ruins. You still have twenty-five years, so you need to practice diligently. Don't be careless!"

Wu Meng nodded.

After receiving so much kindness, the repayment is naturally not easy.

Seeing that his master didn't want to say anything, he didn't ask too much.

"By the way, Master, what's the name of that sect?" Wu Meng finally asked curiously.

"Slaying Heaven Sect."

Wu Meng said goodbye and left.

As soon as they arrived at the cave, Song Mang seemed to have missed something and sent a message.

"When you go out of the sect in recent years, you must be careful and remember what I said, you must keep three points with everyone!"

Wu Meng walked into the cave thoughtfully and set up the wind-absorbing beast array.

anyone?

Emphasizing it so emphatically is like reminding yourself to be wary of your own people.

Wu Meng shook his head.

He never holds anything back from others.

It has to be at least five points.

For example, Wang Xumeng, when he came last time, he thought Wu Meng was in the early stages of Qi training...

After sorting out the medicine, spiritual pond, and orchard for less than half an hour, Wu Meng finally sat cross-legged on the bed.

He took out the Ghostface's storage bag.

First there are spiritual stones, more than 1,800 of them, and then there are magic weapons, a skull pendant and a ring of forest white snake bone bracelets.

The pendant is an intermediate protective instrument. At this time, the spirituality is dim and needs to be nourished by spirituality.

The snake bone bracelet is also a mid-level magic weapon. It seems to be an auxiliary magic weapon that can improve speed and movement skills.

Wu Meng plans to study it in the future, because there is something more important now.

Apart from a bunch of evil and weird materials, all that's left is a pale yellow simple jade slip.

"The Life of Xiaoyanlings"...

(End of this chapter)