Great Dao Ji

Sword Twenty-three!

It seemed to be just one sword technique, but Yan Xiake's heart was filled with thousands of sword intentions, thousands of sword techniques, and various essences, which made him feel infinite enlightenment.

In a trance, it seemed that he saw the life of a peerless swordsman.

By the Bishui Lake, the Divine Sword Twenty-three.

"Such a sword technique, such a sword technique"

Yan Xiake's heart was shaken, and he felt that this sword was extremely suitable for him.

He was a monk who learned Taoism halfway through his life. Although he was a sword cultivator, the sword he held was the sword of a human knight, not the flying sword of an ordinary sword cultivator.

In the Huangtian Realm, the flying swords of sword cultivators were all only blades without handles, because sword cultivators did not need to hold the sword at all. After receiving the talisman, they could kill people a hundred steps away with a single thought, and their life achievement was even easier than killing people ten miles away.

After being refined by the Disha Tiangang, the sword formula was transformed into a magical power, and one sword could kill the enemy a thousand miles away.

Where is the handheld hand, where is the hilt of the sword needed?

As he was a latecomer, he had no master, and the Ten Thousand Swords Techniques he learned were only the lowest level of Taoist sutras. After he received the ordination, it could not be changed.

Therefore, even though he had reached the stage of warming up before, he might not be able to compete with the orthodox sword cultivators who had received the ordination.

But seeing this sword technique at this time, he was moved.

This sword technique was too suitable for him.

"Thank you, Master, for teaching me the sword!"

After a moment of trance, Yan Xiake was secretly grateful.

An Qisheng first saved his life and then taught him this sword technique. He always believed that all grudges must be paid, but he was afraid that he would owe such a person for the rest of his life.

In the Imperial Examination Hall, Sa Wuling sometimes bit the pen out of boredom, and sometimes wrote furiously. When he was tired of writing, he looked at the distress of the scholars around him.

The examination lasted for several days. There were many scholars who were weak and naturally suffered a lot.

"I won't help you cheat. Whether you succeed or not is your own business. Killing the old emperor has nothing to do with me."

Mu Longcheng communicated with Sa Wuling:

"Learning literature and martial arts are both cultivation. Your spiritual cultivation is average, so it is naturally beneficial to learn more, but learning literature is not about nitpicking, but about understanding the spirit of the text."

Different from the initial reluctance, as he deduced the Tai Chi Gan Gan Pian, he became more and more afraid of An Qisheng, and he changed his mind.

At this time, he could not escape the predicament. All his expectations and ambitions could only be realized through Sa Wuling.

He really wanted to shape this old Taoist priest.

But he would not help him do everything by hand.

Sa Wuling gritted his teeth and stopped begging. He was also a stubborn person. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to seek immortals and visit the Tao for decades, and to help people transcend and bury.

Immediately, he buried his head and wrote furiously.

Whether it is right or wrong, good or bad, it should be written fully. What's the point of leaving it blank?

The examination usually takes three days, and there are additional tests and even seven days.

But whether it is three days or seven days, this time is too short.

It is also very difficult for Yan Xiake to learn the twenty-three swords in such a short time.

Therefore, in the next few days, he stayed at home and practiced this sword technique without sleep.

The more he practiced, the more shocked Yan Xiake was.

This sword technique seemed to be a martial art in the mortal world at first, but the core is "God", which emphasizes controlling the sword with God, focusing on intention rather than moves, and focusing on momentum rather than form.

Although he inherited the divine will, it may take more than ten or eight years to truly learn it.

But he was not thinking about truly mastering it at this time.

He just wanted to use this sword.

He knew that he only had one chance. After the last assassination, the old emperor must be more vigilant.

One sword, he must be killed.

By then, the turbulence of the dragon's national destiny will make it possible for the suppressed old city god to escape!

Some things cannot be compromised, cannot be postponed, and cannot be put off until tomorrow.

Even though he knew that if he waited for ten or eight years to completely master this sword technique, he would have a greater chance and more certainty, he still decided to act according to the plan.

If everything has to wait until it is completely certain, then there is nothing that can be done in the world!

In the dim little room of the inn, Yan Xiake was brewing his own sword intention in his heart:

"Sword Twenty-three"

With the upcoming Wanfa Conference, countless people flocked to Qingdu City every day.

As a result, the garrison at the city gate sent additional personnel several times.

Even so, the soldiers guarding the city were so busy that they turned their heads alternately, and they couldn't collect the entrance fee.

Hualala~

The crisp sound of copper coins entering the basket rang out.

Two young Taoist priests, one old and one young, followed the crowd through the long city gate and entered Qingdu City.

The old Taoist priest's robe was gray, the same color as his hair and beard, and he had nothing in his hands, looking poor.

The young Taoist priest was dark and a little chubby, carrying a banner with eight big characters on it: "Heaven and earth have spirits, and the world has Taoism."

The wide road was paved with bluestone, enough for eight horses to walk side by side. The towering buildings on both sides extended to the end of the sight.

It was just dawn, but there were already many people on the street.

There were many hawking sounds and the aroma of food filled the ears and nose.

"Is this Qingdu City? It's so prosperous, but the entrance fee is expensive, eighteen copper coins!"

The short Taoist priest was carrying a banner that was neither big nor small. He was a little tired, but when he saw the prosperity of Qingdu City, he forgot to complain for a while.

"This view of the Thousand-Year Dynasty is not surprising. Unfortunately, it has already reached its peak and declined."

The old Taoist priest also looked at it and sighed with a complicated expression:

"It's a pity, it's a pity"

Although they were looking in the same direction, they saw different things.

The little Taoist priest saw that there was a huge flow of people, bustling and noisy.

What the old Taoist priest saw was the Dragon of Luck crossing the fields, but it was showing signs of fatigue. Its originally red-gold body was stained with a layer of dim blood red.

"How could it happen that it was prosperous and then declined?"

The little Taoist priest rubbed his shoulders and put down the flag.

Pfft~

As soon as the seemingly wooden flagpole was put down, it actually penetrated the thick bluestone. The little Taoist priest was shocked and quickly pulled it out.

"Be careful."

The old Taoist priest glared at him: "You can't afford to pay for damaging other people's things. We only have a hundred and ten copper coins in total now!"

"oh."

The little Taoist priest smiled and felt a little annoyed:

"Master, I am also a Taoist priest. Look at how glorious and magnificent the Heavenly Will Sect is! Didn't you say that our 'Human Tao' has been passed down for a long time, so why are we in such a state of decline?"

Smelling the faint aroma in the air, the little Taoist swallowed his saliva.

"Shut up!"

The old Taoist priest glared at the disciple with a dark face, and sighed in his heart when he saw the disciple's aggrieved look.

His name is Liansheng, the young Taoist priest is his disciple, and Jingxin is the only two people who have made great achievements in Taoism in the world today.

The Tao of the Human World is the Taoism left by Lord Netherworld, and it stands to reason that it should be extremely glorious now.

It's a pity that the founding purpose of Human World Dao is to protect the human world. The city god is the light, and they are the darkness. There is no chance to show their holiness in front of others.

But if that was the case, they wouldn't be in such a miserable state.

The turning point also occurred after Lord Netherworld disappeared.

The inheritance of the Human Way is different from all the cultivation sects in the world. The difference lies in the secret method of the Human Way.

Please ask God for help.

As the name suggests, their existence is rooted in the Lord of Netherworld and the ghosts and gods of Netherworld.

From the little Ghost City God to the Eight Lords of the Netherworld, everyone can borrow his power.

However, after the Nether Palace Lord disappeared, the upper limit of the gods they could "invite" dropped from the Nether Palace Lord to the City God, which is terrible.

“Freshly baked buns!”

“There are also sweet and savory tofu curds!”

"Cooking cakes, cooking cakes!"

All kinds of hawking sounds are endless.

The old Taoist Liansheng sighed, took out four copper coins and bought two pieces of cooking cakes, and handed one of them to his disciple:

"Let's make do with some. It's not easy to live in Qingdu. In other cities, one cake and one copper plate are enough. In the county town, one copper plate can buy two cakes."

The little Taoist priest Jingxin swallowed and took the cake.

Fasting is a necessary skill for cultivators, but who would be willing to fast if they can eat?

The master and the apprentice squatted by the road, eating cooking cakes and talking from time to time.

"You still need to practice more on your ability to live without grains."

The old Taoist priest Liansheng smacked his fingers and wiped them on his clothes.

The Jingxin Taoist boy rolled his eyes and sighed:

"Master, if you can't, just kick me out of the door. Even if you do something else, I won't starve to death if I don't practice Taoism."

The way of human beings involves the method of inviting gods. The more powerful the gods you invite, the more powerful you become.

There was even a record of a senior who had been practicing for three years and invited Xie Qiye to kill the Great Master Crossing the Tribulation with one move.

It is absolutely impossible for any sect to achieve this effect.

But on the contrary, the constraints are also great.

Whichever god you want to invite, you must be infinitely similar to that god. For example, Liansheng is an old Taoist who is slovenly and unkempt, because Kuixing is like that.

Kuixing hunts ghosts, do you want money?

Kuixing doesn’t want it, can you?

There are too many constraints like this. For example, a certain senior was greedy for oral pleasure and loved to eat beef most in his life.

Then, I invited the ‘cow head’.

"Once you enter the human world, you will still be a human being after death!"

Liansheng Laodao's face darkened:

"My way in the world is only to clean up the door, not to drive out the door!"

"Master, that's what I said."

Feeling that the master seemed a little angry, the little Taoist priest Jingxin stuck out his tongue and did not dare to speak.

"Let's see what happens this time. I'll ask Kuixing to do a divination. This time Qingdu undergoes a big change, I hope there will be a turning point."

The old Taoist Liansheng patted his butt and stood up. There was no way he could really be angry with his disciple.

Because even he himself can't see the way forward in the world.

As the Netherworld loses contact, he can only call on the gods through the Kuixing statue worshiped by the people. And as Kuixing is forgotten by the world, one day he will no longer be able to borrow the power of Kuixing.

I sighed in my heart, but couldn't show it on my face:

"Come on, come with me to pay homage to the old city god and see if you can gain anything."

It's a bit stuck and the writing is slow.