Pindao's surname is Zhang, his ancestor is Immortal Immortal

Chapter 154 The Four Realms of Sword Art! It all starts from the heart
Notes from the first year of Yongkang!

A young monk from the Western Region transformed himself into a stone Buddha and offered his own spiritual fruits as a sacrifice.

A bodhi gold rain fell on Hanyue Mansion, sweeping away all calamities and suppressing all calamities.

The heaven and earth are clear and bright, and everything is revived and full of vitality.

Tens of thousands of people worshiped from afar, shouting, "Amitabha!"

There are even incense temples built to worship young monks.

This incident had a far-reaching impact within Hanyue Mansion, and it also moved countless warriors.

"My young master has great righteousness, and we, the warriors, are ashamed of himself."

"So, the petition to the gods that day was not a fabricated lie. The little monk Jia Heng from the Western Regions and the nameless scholar Zhang Yuqing from Yuntai actually went to the ninth heaven to kill the god of plague."

"That's God-Slaying! It's rare and unheard of in ancient and modern times."

"Sigh... This matter is the responsibility of the new master. If the old master is still alive..."

Below are many core figures of the Zhao family.

The name of Yuntai righteous man Zhang Yuqing also appeared for the first time in the eyes of the warriors in Hanyue Mansion, and he was called the God-killing righteous man.

"I'm afraid that some ancient orthodoxy who is not afraid of death will cause trouble and bring trouble to himself."

This time!

"That day, the nine heavens trembled. Not only did one god incarnate take action, but at least five gods revived."

"In addition, especially the identity of Zhang Yuqing, I want to know everything about this person."

Lu Muzhi put his hands behind his hands, looked up at the sky, and said quietly,

Above the clouds, a flying bird happened to pass by his sight.

"Ashamed! While we were still questioning, they had already taken action."

"Where did Yuntai Zhang Yuqing come from?"

The elders of the Zhao family couldn't help but think carefully and look at each other.

But at the same time, he was also very dissatisfied with Mr. Xinfu.

There was a low response from the shadow behind him, and then he suddenly left.

"Hush...taboo, don't say anything!"

"Heaven gives me the gift!"

Tie the two things together a little bit.

"promise!"

When the facts are before their eyes, they naturally feel guilty.

....
The residence of the prince is located.

"Foolish people, how dare you ruin the affairs of this government."

The flying bird walked through the white clouds and arrived at the Zhao family of the real family in a few breaths.

In the center of the attic, a portrait hangs high.

There is no quiet time, only the nameless people move forward with heavy burdens.

"Imperial Zhen Bei Shen Mighty True Man!"

Overlook!
In the Zhao family's mansion, a group of clan elders were gathering together to discuss the matter.

Still unknown.

"Go and check. Apart from that monk, Zhang Yuqing, who else participated in the killing of gods?"

The figure in the painting is a middle-aged majestic general, holding a big halberd in his hand, looking at the mountains and rivers, unparalleled in the battlefield.

Because of the appearance of the God-Devoting Prosecution, many warriors despised and ridiculed it.

"Yuntai? Last time Shen'er lost his life because of seizing the Red Emperor's flag. Is there any connection with this person?"

The new ruler of the palace, Lu Muzhi, was wearing a splendid official robe. His face was gloomy and he cursed in a low voice, "A bunch of stupid people and warriors, you dare to question this palace."

Also!

"The information is true. The God of Plague who lives in the Five Era Cave Heaven has indeed fallen."

"I have sent people to investigate. This person seems to be an ordinary warrior, but his origins are unusual and he is connected to the mysterious Taoism."

On the left side of this painting, a golden talisman three inches wide and more than ten inches long hangs.

The talisman reads:

You will find that it is not that simple.

"The little monk alone cannot kill the God of Plague. There are other unknown forces involved in this matter!"

If it hadn't been for Mr. Xinfu's words, which would have thrown the God-destroying Prosecution into the abyss, perhaps the situation would have been different.

As for Mingting, Mingjing, Miaohua, and Shangguan Hongxiu.

An old man in robes sitting in the main seat opened and closed his eyes.

On his old face, his eyes were still sharp.

Seeing this, the other Zhao family elders were silent and in awe.

"Although the Shinto catastrophe was briefly suppressed, it had no impact on our Zhao family."

The old man in the robe said in a cold and solemn voice, "The time has come, go and bring Nian'er back!"

"Yes!"

Hearing this, the faces of the elders from all clans couldn't help but show a hint of expectation and excitement.

at the same time!

Another big city outside Hanyue Mansion City, Tongtian City!
This is the place where Taishi's heavenly soldiers are entrenched.

When the vast majority of the people were praising and admiring the little monk.

The people under King Taishi hated this deeply.

Originally, they could take advantage of natural disasters and man-made disasters to spread the faith of the true God, shake the foundation of Hanyue Mansion, strengthen their power, take the opportunity to conquer more believers, and strengthen the rebel army.

But now, because the little monk sacrificed his life to suppress all evil.

The situation suddenly reversed.

Let the development of Taishi Heavenly King's lineage be restrained.

"Pass my decree and ask Baizelou to send out Twelve Yuanchen to seize the little monk's golden body."

"As long as the golden body is broken, his power will not last long."

Not long after, a decree from King Taishi was delivered to Baize Tower.

.....
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days have passed!
After seeing off Ming Ting and the other three Taoist priests of the Aquarius Sect, as well as Shangguan Hongxiu.

Zhang Yuqing also made plans to hide in the blessed place.

He also asked his eldest brother and his family to hide in Yuyang Blessed Land early.

The matter of Gein slaying the gods will surely involve all the forces in the four directions, which will cause great influence and trouble.

For purity.

It's better to escape from the world for a while.

Watch the changes in the outside world. "It's still too impulsive."

Zhang Yuqing felt a little regretful every time he talked about this matter.

Fortunately, we have Yuyang Blessed Land as a support, otherwise we would have to hide in Tibet.

But then I thought about it, someone has to take action on this righteous thing. Just like that Qi Tianren, someone will always remember it in the future.

Whether it’s practicing Qi to seek immortality or leaving a name in history!
"It can be considered a willful moment!"

While sighing, he looked down at the mountains and rivers and listened to the laughter.

After this incident, I probably won't be so willful and impulsive again.

"Another point is that it will take a while for Master Zhang Jiao's wish power to be re-refined. If you lose this trump card, it will be a big trouble if something happens to you."

Zhang Yuqing murmured to himself.

Previously, I could summon him at any time because of Master Zhang Jiao's wish power.

With such a trump card at his disposal, he has some confidence in whatever he does.

But that's not the case now. Because of Jiuzhongtian's slaying of gods, Zhang Jiao's incarnation of his wish power has disappeared, but he is not a real god and his incarnations are endless.

It is not easy to condense the incarnation of the will power again.

So much so that Zhang Yuqing always feels guilty now.

"Wait a minute. I've fallen into a misunderstanding."

"On the road to spiritual practice, only one's own strength is the foundation. It is impossible to achieve the great path by borrowing from external things."

"It's okay if I don't have Master's wishing power incarnation as a trump card."

"I am invincible, why should I be afraid of others?"

"Everything is so difficult, but only by cutting it with one sword can you achieve the ultimate goal."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuqingdao's eyes became even brighter.

A sword intent surged through the body.

The ferocious birds and beasts from all directions in the blessed land were frightened.

Immediately, he fell into concentration and recalled the sword struck by his master Zhang Sanfeng that day.

One sword can cut off ignorance, cut off worries, fall from the world of mortals, clarify the mind, kill demons, overcome three disasters, break human tribulations, cut off the great road...

It can also open the sky, expand the earth, break boundaries, fall into the heart, destroy mountains, cut off seas, massacre cities, kill people, see the Tao, understand myself...

What a level of swordsmanship this must be!

With Zhang Yuqing's current state, it is natural that he cannot grasp all the mysteries of this sword.

In other words, not even the gods can see everything.

But he only wanted half a point.

"Master's sword comes from the heart."

"The four realms of art are the realm of the mind. All kinds of sword techniques and sword techniques all originate from the heart. As soon as I think of it, it is a heavenly sword that can cut all things."

"So, how can we combine sword skills with thoughts?"

Techniques are used to communicate with gods as techniques and supernatural powers.

In the realm of swordsmanship, Zhang Yuqing has long understood the mystery of the third level of swordsmanship. Now after seeing the mystery of Zhang Sanfeng's sword, he has already stepped into the fourth level with one foot.

This realm is named Weixin!
As the name suggests, skills are born from the heart and arise from the heart.

A warrior who has understood the mystery of this realm does not need any sword style. A thought in his mind is a move, and the birth of an idea is a style.

A warrior who understands this realm can become a master.

The world's top swordsmanship, knife skills, boxing skills, etc. are all obtained by them comprehending the world in a single thought, and they are the pioneers.

How can ordinary warriors compare with them?

Zhang Yuqing sat cross-legged in the air, constantly immersed in it, recalling the process.

His instincts were also evolving in his mind.

There is no sword in his hand, but there are clusters of sword light lingering around him. The sword energy is surging, and suddenly it is connected end to end. The sword energy in the sky turns into a dragon and a snake, and suddenly it turns into the four phases of the sky, earth, wind, water, and fire. rise!
Turning around, the scene of the stars in the sky appears again.

Then it turned into a domineering sword with light stretching hundreds of feet, sweeping across the sky.

The sky was full of sword energy and fell.

The spirit beasts in the blessed land couldn't help but crawl on the ground.

"Tsk tsk...the fourth realm of art!"

"How old is this kid? He is at the fourth level of martial arts Tiangang cultivation. He is really terrifying."

Qitiangun's real body floated leisurely in the air, and he couldn't help but sigh when he saw sword energy bursting out all over the sky.

Looking at the world, there are very few Tiangang warriors who can understand the third level of the art.

There are few Tiangangs in the fourth realm that can be found in ancient and modern times.

At this point, Zhang Yuqing has no idea how many warriors he has to defeat!
"Perhaps it won't take even twenty years for him to grow up to the point where he can suppress the gods alone."

Qitiangun looked down at the little golden stone statue of the monk standing on the top of the Yuyang blessed land.

A slight sigh came from the stick.

"Master Stick, Master Stick!"

At this time, a soft and tender sound interrupted its thoughts.

Little An'an below raised her head, holding a wooden stick in her hand, with admiring eyes shining in her clear eyes.

"what happened?"

The Qitian stick fell.

It has officially passed the Qitian Martial Arts Sutra to Xiao An'an, accepting disciples and teaching Taoism on behalf of the former master.

"Well... An An doesn't want to use a stick."

"Eh? Why?"

"Because An An wants to practice more handsome sword skills with uncle."

"No, all your master has learned is the stick technique, and the stick technique is more mysterious than the sword technique and sword technique! The stick is the number one weapon."

Qitiangun said in a solemn voice.

Even if it's just a lie, it still wants Xiao Anan to practice stick skills.

Otherwise, it will turn into a vulgar knife and chop indiscriminately, a reckless act.

Resolutely not to give in.

"But..." Xiao Anan hesitated.

"Little An'an, you don't want Qi Tianren's martial arts skills to be lost!" Qitian Stick lamented, "Pity your real master. He ruled the world, but suffered a tragic death from his descendants. His martial arts skills were lost... What a pity!"

"If the stick master doesn't cry, An An can just use the stick!"

Little An felt at ease, holding the Qitian Stick and gently stroking and comforting her.

Qitiangun: "..."

I thought it would live an upright life, but it ended up resorting to tricking children as a last resort.

(End of this chapter)