I, the Wudang junior master, only want to cultivate immortality!

Chapter 70: The Grand Master of Cihang Jingzhai Arrives
'Can I replicate the divine sword and thunder control secrets from my previous life?'

Once this thought arises, it cannot be stopped from spreading.

The more Gu Changfeng thought about it, the more itchy he felt and he couldn't stop at all.

call!
After letting out a long breath, Gu Changfeng first calmed himself down, then let his brain fall into a clear state, his consciousness sank into the spiritual space, and began to think deeply.

'The Secret of Divine Sword Controlling Thunder is the ultimate secret of Qingyun Sect's magic in "Zhu Xian".'

'Qingyun Sect originated from Taoism, and practices the supreme Taoist magic of Taiji Xuanqing Dao, which was learned by the founder of Qingyun Sect from an unknown ancient scroll, and then refined by successive generations of disciples of Qingyun Sect.'

'Taiji Xuanqing Dao is the foundation of all the strange arts of Qingyun Sect. It emphasizes being one with the heaven and earth, being one with nature, and controlling the creation of nature with the body, thus turning it into great power.'

'Naturally, there is no such thing as the Taiji Xuanqing Dao in the Kyushu world, nor is there any so-called nameless ancient scroll.'

'However, the Yimu Changchun Jue I created also originated from Taoism. The concept of cultivation is to follow the laws of nature, which is similar to the Taiji Xuanqing Dao. It can be said that they share the same origin! '

Thinking of this, Gu Changfeng began to recall the description of the secret of the divine sword controlling thunder.

'As one of the four true sword techniques of Qingyun Sect, the most intuitive feeling it gives people is that of divine weapons and heavenly thunder.'

'When casting a spell, the magic weapon will naturally cast an invisible shield around the caster, and the mortal body will trigger the might of heaven and earth, and with the help of the magic weapon's sharp blade, it will draw down the nine-day divine thunder! '

Gu Changfeng quickly found the key point.

"Well, the function of the magic weapon is not only to enhance the power of thunder, but also to protect the caster from being hurt by the Nine Heavens Thunder."

'The key points are two: to draw down the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder and to use this divine power for your own benefit!'

'I can now send out thunder, but this thunder is formed by my own magic power to simulate the heavenly tribulation, but my own magic power is limited, so the power is also limited.'

'If you want to replicate the divine sword's true art of controlling lightning, the lightning cannot be condensed entirely by your own magic power, otherwise you won't be able to achieve the feeling of divine power descending upon the world.'

"Then how do we draw down the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder?"

Gu Changfeng fell into deep thought, with countless flashes of thought bursting and colliding in his spiritual space.

All the knowledge about thunder emerged in my mind.

Some are physical sciences from previous lives, such as the principles of lightning.

Some of them are the two natural disasters observed on the Kyushu continent, as well as the scenes and feelings of turning into a piece of wood struck by lightning when he comprehended the Yimu Divine Thunder.

Soon, Gu Changfeng was immersed in it.

Time passed and five days went by in a flash.

That evening, the weather was gloomy, and large dark clouds gathered in the sky, making it pitch black.

The wind on Wudang Mountain is very strong, making the leaves rustle.

In the tree house on the back mountain of Tianzhu Peak, Gu Changfeng, who was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, felt something in his heart. He slowly opened his eyes, stood up, and walked to the platform outside the tree house.

Looking up at the sky, Gu Changfeng muttered to himself.

"It's going to rain."

He scanned himself with his spiritual sense and this time he did not feel any hunger, everything felt normal.

Cultivators in the foundation-building stage are already able to practice fasting and no longer need to consume grains.

Gu Changfeng's mind moved, and several large branches on the terrace moved, gradually forming the shape of a rocking chair.

Without any hesitation, I sat down on it, emptied my mind, and just stared blankly.

As for cultivation, it is necessary to combine work and rest. It is not advisable to always practice hard, as it is easy to get into a dead end.

After five days of research and thinking, there is still not much progress in replicating the secret of the divine sword controlling thunder.

The first step of drawing down the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder made Gu Changfeng feel quite difficult.

The thunder produced by nature is not powerful enough, so it is useless to draw it down. Besides, extreme weather is also required.

The power of thunder produced by the heavenly calamity is quite considerable, but the appearance of the heavenly calamity is more demanding.

At this time.

Gu Changfeng clearly felt that the wind in the forest had become stronger.

Some of the thinner trees were bent by the wind, but the tree under him was so huge that it did not move at all.

Immediately afterwards, raindrops fell, hitting the leaves, making crisp popping sounds.

The originally noisy forest became quiet, and the birds and animals that could be seen everywhere hid in their nests.

Suddenly, the sky and the earth suddenly became brighter, and a silver snake shone from the sky, as if connecting the sky and the earth. Soon after, there was a rumbling sound of thunder.

Gu Changfeng just sat on the terrace like this, with green light surrounding him that blocked out all the raindrops, and he quietly watched the thunder in the sky and earth.

Click!Click!
As thunder struck one after another, Gu Changfeng's eyes became brighter and brighter!
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind and he thought of it.

'Can I use my magic to simulate dark clouds and create thunder?'

'Then draw the thunder down and use it for your own purposes?'

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to Gu Changfeng.

The power of thunder created by this method is indeed not as strong as that of a natural calamity, but it becomes much more controllable.

Moreover, when these thunders are produced, they are contaminated with one's own magic power, which will make it easier to use them for one's own benefit in the next step, and there are no weather restrictions at all!
Gu Changfeng did not start thinking immediately, but did not miss any details of the naturally formed thunderstorm in front of him.

Only after the thunder had completely disappeared did he stand up, return to the wooden house, sit cross-legged on the ground, and slowly close his eyes again.

at the same time.

Hundreds of miles away from Wudang Mountain.

Two women in fluttering clothes were hurrying along in the rain, so fast that they could often cover a distance of several feet with just one step.

They look very similar and have excellent looks, like a pair of twin sisters, and appear to be in their twenties at most.

The only difference is that one of them has a beauty mole at the corner of her eye, which makes her look more charming.

The strange thing is.

The two of them were surrounded by phantom swords, blocking all the rain.

Even though they were speeding on a muddy road, their clothes and shoes were still spotless and flawless white.

If someone saw this scene, they would be shocked.

The phantom of the long sword surrounding his body was actually the manifestation of his true energy!

This means that these two beautiful women are both at the level of Grandmasters!

Soon, the two arrived at the foot of Wudang Mountain.

Here, Master Feixuan had been waiting for a long time with several disciples from Cihang Jingzhai. When they saw the two people, they immediately bowed and saluted.

"Greetings to Uncle Masters Mingxin and Mingjing!"

"My two uncles have come from afar, thank you for your hard work!"

Mingxin, who had a beauty mole at the corner of her eye, smiled and spoke.

"Saint, there's no need to be so polite. A little bit of running around doesn't matter. It's all for the sect."

"By the way, how is the alliance going?"

Shi Feixuan looked unhappy when she heard this and spoke.

"This matter is not going smoothly. The people from Wudang want more say and want to wait until the two uncles arrive before discussing it."

Mingjing frowned, somewhat displeased.

"What happened to Song Yuanqiao?"

"We came all the way here to support him, but he served it?"

Song Yuanqiao is the contemporary head of Wu Sect. Mingjing instinctively thought that Song Yuanqiao was discussing this matter with Shi Feixuan.

Shi Feixuan also felt somewhat helpless and replied.

"The alliance was not discussed between me and Senior Song, but with Master Zhang's eighth disciple, Gu Changfeng."

Mingjing was stunned, somewhat confused.

"The eighth disciple? Gu Changfeng? Who is this person? Why have we never heard of him?"

Shi Feixuan deeply shared Mingjing's doubts.

If she had not personally experienced Gu Changfeng's strength, she would not have dared to believe that the Wudang Sect actually had such a genius.

He immediately made a gesture of invitation to the two uncles.

"Let's go up the mountain first. We can talk as we walk. This is a long story."

(End of this chapter)