Master, I want to marry the eldest brother

Chapter 232
Ziji Sword of Birth and Death has a unique set of mental methods to match the sword formula. Not only did Xi Yang put the mental method and the sword formula first into the jade slips, but also left her own opinions. , the vision must be far above the group cultivators, so her insights are extremely precious.

Yan Xiaotang took a quick look first, feeling a little emotional.

Zhao Nan is very kind to his apprentices, but he is extremely self-disciplined, and he also teaches them to be extremely strict. Even if Yan Xiaotang's attitude is presumptuous in front of him, if Zhao Nan decides something, Yan Xiaotang will never say anything .

He Yang has a bad temper, but he is much more open than Zhao Nan when it comes to the word "rule".

These two masters really... have their own merits, so I don't know what kind of person is the second master, the third-rank real person, who is called the old mouse by Xi Yang?
Yan Xiaotang suddenly remembered that at the last moment of Jiang Yicheng, Sanpin asked her to call him "Third Master", but now she calls Xiyangguan "Third Master", how does this order work?

Forget it, she hasn't called Sanpin yet, but she has already called Xiyang, and the second and third masters are dissatisfied with the order, so they will call by themselves.

Yan Xiaotang thought about it for a while, then took out a new spar, which was supposed to be held in her hand to meditate, but she had formed a habit, so she stuffed it into her mouth and pressed it under her tongue. One hit, hit the teeth, and splashed a few star sands, which are easier to disperse than the medicinal power of the panacea. If it accidentally falls on the ground, a whole piece may turn back into spiritual energy.

Turning her head to look at the bed, just when the light flickered, like the person on the pillow blinking, Yan Xiaotang looked at it reluctantly for a while, took a deep breath, sat upright, closed her eyes, and began to adjust her breath.

After half a day, her body and spirit had recovered to their best state, and without delay, she immediately re-read the Ziji Sword of Birth and Death in the jade slip, this time reading it very carefully, with Xi Yang's note attached Keep it all in your heart, and then start to practice.

In the past, she had only learned the Sutra of the Belly Cauldron, and described Ziji's Sword of Birth and Death in the words of Xi Yang. Teacher, making such an evaluation, it can be seen that this mentality is not trivial, this mentality must be practiced simultaneously with the sword art, the two are indispensable, otherwise you will go crazy.

Zhao Nan thinks that the Ziji Sword of Birth and Death may possess the possibility of becoming a demon. Does it come from the sword formula itself, or is it because Bo Xi killed the master?
Yan Xiaotang still remembered all kinds of sword intent skills Zhao Nan taught her. She had already formed a pill and comprehended more sword intents. When she recalled those words that she didn't understand at the beginning, she suddenly had a completely different feeling.

A sword cultivator in the alchemy period should have reached the step of "sword embryo": forming pearls in his breath, returning to his true intentions.

Then you have to go through the sword bone and sword soul to reach the realm of reality and emptiness, emptiness and business.But even realizing the sword intent in the stage of transforming gods is still considered remarkable. After all, there are tens of thousands of sword cultivators in the world, and there are only a handful of people who have realized the sword intent, and all of them are famous.

She has walked a very unusual path, realized the sword intent during the Qi refining stage, and now at the alchemy stage, the sword intent has already been thoroughly familiarized with a solid foundation, and it is the right time to practice the Ziji Sword of Birth and Death.

After sorting out what she had learned in the past, Yan Xiaotang sank headlong into Ziji's Sword of Birth and Death and Sword Jue, and began to change little by little the true essence that operated with the method taught by the belly tripod scripture.

One day later, the mental method is gradually formed, and the sword formula must also start to be practiced.

Yan Xiaotang used Luofu Mengjuan to set up a four-element square heavenly formation in the pagoda. He walked outside on the cloud platform and stood still for a moment. Zhang Yichi also formed a circle outside, the opponent's mace is in the shape of a sword, his body turns a hexagram position, and each sword has an air movement, which drives the surrounding aura to surge and boil.

When the sun is breaking and the purple air is coming from the east, it is the best time for Ziji Sword of Birth and Death to practice——

When there is no dawn in Chizhiyuan in winter, the snow is heavy, and the ground is covered with a thick layer, which is brighter than the sky.

The blood energy on the highest cloud platform in the Tai Chi Dao Palace still rushed straight into the clouds, oppressing people walking on the street to shrink their necks, as if they would die if they just looked up one more time.

Jishu City is not considered a big city in Chizhiyuan, but it is the largest and most prosperous within a thousand miles.

What is missing in the city are only peddlers and homeless people wandering from city to city.Most of those who have registered permanent residence in Jishu City are all more or less related to the Taiji Dao Palace. If they escape, they may not have a way to survive. Chizhiyuan has never had a peaceful time since ancient times.What's more... the battle on the day when the Fourth Young Master came down was far more shocking than that of Wei. If these two match up, it is still unknown who will win. Therefore, except for the quietness inside and outside the city gate, the city can still support lively scenes.

A series of lanterns floated outside the building, and the one holding the lantern on top was a ghost without feet. The ghostly aura permeated people even more under the bright red light, but the people in Jishu City had already gotten used to it, and it was no surprise when they saw it. I will also raise my head to see the name of the shop written on the lantern, and then walk calmly to the shop I want to go to.

The Tai Chi Dao Palace at the end of the long street opened the door with a "boom", and the heavy giant door was only opened a line. Several people dressed in black and white clothes came out from the door. They each rode monsters of different shapes to the door. After going outside, the huge gate closed immediately, black smoke billowed from the side of the street, and a wretched-looking demon cultivator greeted him.

"Lead the way ahead."

Said a ghost cultivator at the alchemy stage on the monster's back.

"Yes."

The demon cultivator jumped up and turned into a bat, flapping its wings and flying towards the city, the people from Tai Chi Dao Palace urged the monster to follow closely.

He Huang, who was lying in the Tai Chi Dao Palace, stood up with his huge body, opened his mouth wide, stretched his waist, flicked his tail and jumped a few times in the direction of Fan Terrace, regardless of his huge size, he moved extremely nimbly, and ran in two strokes gone.

Xia Ying, who was behind the window of the nearby pavilion, closed the window tightly, turned around and said, "Hehuang... is just a monster that can't transform into form, and dares to be fierce, hmph! I want it to die in a few hours. !"

This time, the humiliation suffered under Hehuang's claws welled up in his heart, making Xia Ying's expression very ferocious.

The group of people followed the bats, walked around mountains and rivers, crossed streets and alleys, traveled for dozens of miles, and came to a smoky place.

Many houses here are painted red, rows of joss sticks are burning under the eaves, and many mortals kneel in front of the joss sticks with sad faces, babbling nonsense that others cannot understand.

There is a memorial archway in the street, covered with tattered cloth strips, pieces of which are bright red and black, as soon as someone passes by below, they will flutter around, as if beckoning people.

These few people galloped past, and the rags kept flying on the archway, as if there were some mad women dancing on it.

Entering the street, there are fireworks everywhere, and people's faces are a bit weird.

This is where the ghost cultivators gather in Jishu City. It is called Xiaokou Street. The main street has eighteen main streets, and there are over a hundred branch alleys.

It's hard to tell whether it's a human or a ghost here. The person kneeling on the street may be a human or a ghost. There is an underground magic circle to whitewash the peace. Even a ghost who was beheaded and died late can have a complete body. decent face.

As Tai Chi Dao is the master of the city, as soon as his disciples entered Xiaokou Street, the news rushed away immediately, and it didn't take long for it to spread.

A few days ago, people from Taiji Dao came here, and now they are here again, why?
Behind the pedestrian, a group of idle ghosts quickly followed, all of them stretched their necks without thinking too much about it, their feet did not move, and their bodies followed, unexpectedly not slow.

Qu Li turned a corner and came to a house. The bat turned into a human and knocked on the door. The door opened with a "creak". There was no light inside, and half a pale face was exposed. He looked at them and opened half the door.

The door was small, these people had to get off the back of the monster, leaving one to guard, and the rest entered the door one by one.

Some ghosts wanted to look inside, but with a "bang", the door was closed, and there was a restriction, so they couldn't stick it in. The ghosts who followed were bored. When they saw that there was another person outside the door, they surrounded them and refused to leave.

"What are you doing here?"

The person who was left behind to guard the monsters in Taiji Dao was also a ghost cultivator, but his cultivation base was not very good, and he was in the realm of foundation building. In the past few days, it was a bit slick to be sent out to do things. Unexpectedly, when he came to Xiaokou Street, the land of Ghost Xiu, he was left to watch the monsters. He was a ghost himself, and he felt even more ashamed when he was watched by other ghosts. Is it? Go away!"

These few people gathered around to inquire about the excitement, but when they saw that he had a bad temper, they backed away a little, but did not leave. Apart from waiting for reincarnation, they had nothing else to do. I want to spank, but I don't have a real body, so I can only imagine, there is something more interesting than spanking in front of me, how can I go?

The alley at the diagonal corner of this house is very noisy. Red, blue, and yellow yarns are hung all over the trees, which just creates a bit of a stiff and charming feeling in the spooky atmosphere——ghosts are transformed by people, and they will be brought to life when they die. There are all kinds of human desires, so even Xiaokou Street has such shops, commonly known as brothels.

Maybe it's because Wei's threat is too great, the business in the brothel is slow, and there are not many ghost customers.

Leaning on the railing was a young girl with dark eyebrows and a yellow shirt. She looked as delicate and beautiful as a winter jasmine, biting the tip of the handkerchief in her hand, and asked the guy downstairs who raised her head: "The Tai Chi people are here again?"

"coming!"

She pulled her teeth, and the thread embroidered on the edge of the handkerchief was gnawed off by her, and two thread ends were pulled out. She spit it out, and asked, "Is it the two from last time?"

The guy seemed to want to apologize, but he grinned but did not pull the corners of his mouth up, and replied with a frightening expression: "No, the bat that led the way was the same one last time."

"Oh..." The girl was resentful, she couldn't see the guy's expression, she turned around and was about to go back to the room, when someone came in at the door, she thought it was a visitor, she poked her head to look, but saw that it was a girl from the building, supported by a maid, crying 's back.

(End of this chapter)