I Am Immortal

  Chapter 137 Do you have a teacher?

The man in the battle robe saw that the handsome Taoist lay reclined and did not answer, as if he was asleep. Although he had received the order of his master, he came here by himself with the help of his master and his two uncles. Therefore, there is no need to say anything, just the idea of ​​coming to visit, just thinking about it, and the uncle will know it.

   It's not sleeping, but I don't want to meet my ears.

  Fu recalled Master's instructions before the retreat.

  Speaking of his sudden visit, Uncle Shangqing is probably not very happy at the moment.

  It should be [closed eyes and light sleep] for a while.

   At that time, he asked Master how he should respond.

  Yuqing Yuanshi Da Tianzun only smiled and replied:

   "Let him go, it doesn't matter if he waits."

So this majestic man in the heavenly court just stood here peacefully without making a sound, let alone taking a seat in front of the uncle. On the side of the Taiji diagram, there is also a futon, which seems to be prepared for someone, but it is slightly surprised.

   Could it be that, on weekdays, does anyone come to chat and drink tea with the uncle?

  Eligible to sit in front of the Great Heavenly Venerable Lingbao of the Shangqing.

  I don't know who it is?

   Or which of the seniors who practiced latently? Or is it my uncle's personal friend?

  Although he was curious, he didn't investigate. He just collected his mind and waited for the Daoist Lord in front of him to wake up from a light sleep.

  …………

What Qi Wuhuo saw in front of his eyes, the aura of countless words gathered together to form a real man, he subconsciously analyzed in his mind, and the black-clothed Taoist, who was dressed in black, looked at him with his eyes With a glance, he casually asked, "What is the little Taoist thinking about?"

  The young Taoist replied: "Mr. Daoist's previous words contain his own spirit."

   "It can make people who read the text reflect the appearance of Daojun."

  The black-clothed Taoist nodded flatly and said, "That's right."

  It's so savvy, but it's not unusual.

  Just tell what you know.

  In fact, it was because the young Taoist comprehended the content of the text on the scroll, and he really had his own understanding, which inspired the backhand on the scroll, and he appeared.

  I hope it's not too boring.

Then the young Taoist thought for a while, and said again: "Adding the simple characters before, I used a brush to outline the picture scroll, but this time it is like writing a pen in the void, it is no longer flat like the picture scroll, but like a three-dimensional one, ah , Is that so? This time, I didn’t directly put my will on every word.”

   "It's different words that carry different parts of the aura and will."

   "It is combined, it is like a distraction, a clone, can it walk between heaven and earth like a real person?"

  The movement of the Taoist in black paused.

   Brows raised slightly.

oh? interesting.

  Qi Wuhuo's voice paused slightly, thoughtful.

In this case.

  If one writes an article based on Yunzhuan, wouldn’t it be possible to use the charm in it to show many unpredictable means?

  In that case, when the pen is lifted, there will be dragons hovering, and when the pen is put down, it will appear steaming clouds and dreams.

  Everything in the world, as long as you have seen it before, you can resort to writing, and then make it reproduce?

  Hmm... This book says that the sword is only one end of the avenue, and there are three thousand avenues in the world.

  Can it be done with a sword?

   Such voices are but the speech of the ego-spirit.

  But it was easy for the Taoist in black to hear clearly.

  A look of surprise appeared on Taoist's face.

  The understanding is so good.

ha!

   Safe too!

  Such understanding, should not be inferior to that of Taishang.

It should be far more than those disciples accepted by Yuqing. Those of Yuqing's sect are dead-brained. There is no problem in practicing seriousness. They have extraordinary perseverance and strong understanding, but they are not very flexible. Without the slightest doubt, it is rare to draw inferences like this.

   It seems interesting.

  The Taoist in black nodded slightly.

   Then sit down calmly.

   Not giving the young Taoist any time to speak, his eyes were deep and unchanged, his tone was calm, and he said lightly:

   "I am just a divided body with one thought, only relying on words, not something that lasts for a long time."

   "Not the real body, nor the body."

   "There is no need to be too polite, no need to talk too much."

   "Today there is no distinction between status and status, only talk about Taoism and sword ears."

  The young Taoist realized immediately, but held the sword upside down, with the tip of the sword against the ground, and gave a slight salute as if arching his hands.

   "There is no confusion in the poor way, I have met the Daoist Lord."

   Seeing that the latter understood what he meant, the Taoist in black nodded slightly and said, "Good."

   "Sit down."

The Taoist in black asked the young Taoist to sit cross-legged in front of him, the dust whisk in his hand was like a sword, and with just one sweep, he began to speak, and the sound could be heard, the mystery of which was felt in his heart, but it was difficult to put it into words , only I know you know, it's hard to tell people in twos and threes, Qi Wuhuo just listened quietly, but gradually got into what the black-clothed Taoist said.

   It's not supernatural powers, it's even hard to say it's practice.

   It was just a very simple discussion, and it did not involve any practice or sword skills.

   Even, it is not so much a discussion.

  It might as well be just a small talk.

  Talk about everything in the world, about what you have experienced, and about the many things you have seen.

  There are stars, mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, all kinds of living beings, and the world of mortals.

   Just occasionally mentioning a part involving swordsmanship, it has already summed up everything discussed before. For example, if a big player is playing chess, the previous casual chess is the ultimate move later.

  The young Taoist has no heart and no self, and suddenly feels drunk.

  Suddenly, the black-clothed Taoist stopped to talk, and just said: "Listen to my story, I should also see your fineness."

   "There is back and forth, just now is the discussion."

   "Otherwise, isn't this seat teaching you the method?"

   "Not right not right."

   "Let me see your sword skills."

  The young Taoist got up, and he was about to raise the thief-killing sword.

  The black-clothed Taoist didn't know what to do, and the thief-killing sword naturally appeared in front of him.

The black-clothed Daoist lowered his eyes slightly, and saw the number of ways to temper the world into treasures on the sword body, and that although the technique was crude and the skills were few, the style of tempering the world into treasures was far more powerful than those who were proficient in spirits. Baofa, the cultivators who call themselves the Master of Refining are more pure and pure, raised their eyes slightly, and commented: "Although the technique is crude, it is not worth mentioning."

   "But overall it's kind of interesting."

   "It's not those idiots who spent countless treasures from heaven and earth, and what they tempered is nothing but rotten wood with exquisite carvings and engraved patterns."

   "Take it, and temper it yourself."

  The thief-killing sword was tapped and tapped three times by the Daoist in black.

   Then the sleeve robe was swept away and returned to the scabbard.

   It was like a migratory bird returning to the forest, and the speed was even several times faster than when Qi Wuhuo was the imperial envoy, almost turning into a stream of light.

   Then said: "No, no, this sword is tempered by yourself, but it is too immature."

   "Like a baby bird breaking its shell, although you can look forward to the future, you can't let it fly nine days."

   "Killing people, yes, speaking, almost meaningless."

  The black-clothed Taoist said lightly: "In this city, only this sword can still be used."

  His fingers tapped the void slightly.

  Qi Wuhuo heard a long sword cry, and the accompanying sword hanging on the Lu Zu Tower of Lianyang Temple screamed violently.

   Then it directly turned into a sword light.

  Flying out of the scabbard, it seems to have a very strong spirituality, and the sword is so powerful that it will go straight to the bullfight.

  I want to vent the sword energy that has been accumulated for hundreds of years.

  But in the end, he was honest, restrained all the sword aura and murderous aura, turned into a ray of sword light, and flew in directly from the window.

  The doors and windows are closed tightly and the sword energy is like frost. If you break the window and enter, the window will not be damaged. It is the sword fairy.

   Then slowly restored to its original appearance in front of the young Taoist.

It is a sharp sword with words engraved on it [Walking with this sword in the world, the killing is too heavy, it is hard to restrain myself, I have hurt myself several times, it is back to me, abandon it here, keep one of the dharma veins to suppress it, refine Yang In the name, so that the yang and vigour can dissipate the yin and cold murderous intent—Lu Chunyang], the black-clothed Daojun seemed to sneer, then swept his sleeves and robes, and said lightly:

   "Just dance with this sword for now, and let me see how capable you are."

  The fairy sword suspended in the air slowly flew in front of Qi Wuhuo.

  The young Taoist stretched out his hand to hold the sword.

This mouth was abandoned by Lu Chunyang because of [the killing was too heavy, and he was bitten back several times], and it was sealed here for hundreds of years, causing the fiercer sword to scream fiercely, wanting to make the world tremble. Lianyang Temple seems to be shrouded in this majestic and terrifying murderous intent, and this cold murderous intent is still spreading crazily like an evil dragon and demon tiger about to be released after being hungry for hundreds of years.

  Looking at this trend, it seems that it is going to directly envelop the millions of people in the entire Zhongzhou prefecture city in this murderous sword aura.

  The sword screamed like a tiger roaring, soaring into the sky and cracking the ground, as if about to open its fangs and directly bite and smash everything.

  The Taoist in black's wisp of words conveyed the will lightly downcast.

"Um?"

  The sword fell silent instantly.

   stagnated in the void for a while.

  The hilt of the sword lightly rubbed against Qi Wuhuo's palm.

  The blade of the sword is still whistling slightly.

  But it is no longer sad and domineering, no longer crazy and full of killings, or even trying to kill Lu Chunyang.

  It is low, subtle, and slightly long.

  The young Taoist holds the sword, the air is naturally separated by the blade, and he can feel a strange smoothness.

  Docile like a kitten that hasn't been weaned yet.

  Then raised his hand and raised his sword finger.

Knocking on the sword with one hand, dancing suddenly, following one's heart and mind, at the beginning, it was in Huang Liang's dream, like a knight-errant in the rivers and lakes. The muscles and bones suddenly changed immediately, the changes became mellow and pure, and there was faintly the majestic atmosphere of a sword fairy.

  It is the Hunyuan-type swordsmanship that Yu Miao realized.

   What the 'black-clothed Taoist' said in those words is not about swordsmanship, and there are no detailed moves.

   Just simply stated the content of that book.

   indicates the direction.

  Everything depends on self-awareness.

  Some only picked up some gravel, and some can be regarded as mountains and mountains. Whatever you can take away is up to you.

  At this moment, sitting cross-legged, holding a fly whisk, he watched the young Taoist dance with a calm expression.

  There is regret in the depths of his eyes.

  That's all, it's not worth paying attention to.

   There are countless people with exquisite sword moves under his sect. Although the latter path of swordsmanship is excellent, what is the difference?

  It's just an exquisite sword tactic ear.

   There are so many exquisite sword techniques, there are also people who can use exquisite sword techniques everywhere.

  That is, there is a marshal guarding the sky at the Nantian Gate, but he only looks at the gate of the heavens. Isn't his swordsmanship extremely exquisite?

  No fun, no fun.

Just thinking about this, Qi Wuhuo paused his steps, and stopped his sword momentum. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly moved again. The aura on the sword changed, and the sword moves suddenly broke up. The rivers and lakes sword moves scolded in the scrolls are the sword fairy schools seen, and many sword fairy moves contained in the Hunyuan Sword Code.

   It's just that there must be an inner mental method to use the sword art, and there is a way to operate the Qi machine, it is not a random horizontal slash.

  In the mortal world, swordsmen do not stick to moves, but sword tactics are actually the flow of one's own innate Qi and Yuanshen.

   If one is not careful, the energy mechanism will conflict, but he will make himself cough up blood.

   Made his soul split apart.

  The bumps and bumps that the young Taoist performed this time, whether it is the exquisite swordsmanship moves or the strong sword intent displayed.

   Far worse than before.

   Almost like a childish urchin, holding a branch and waving there, almost a bit funny.

  But the black-clothed Taoist who was already bored raised his eyes slightly, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes.

  After the second swordplay was over, the young Taoist held the sword quietly for a long time, closed his eyes and meditated.

   Hold the sword again and slash.

  The moves became more fragmented, and even the traces of Jianghu moves and Hunyuan Sword Art began to fade.

  The black-clothed Taoist swept the dust with his hand, and there seemed to be an invisible air mechanism spreading around, covering up the sword cry and the traces of the sword air.

  The first time was to practice the moves of Hunyuan Sword Classic.

  The second time, three to five points lost the original charm, lost its charm, and also lost the characteristics of the Hunyuan Sword Code.

  The third time has completely changed.

  Finally, after an unknown number of times, the swordsmanship in the hands of the young Taoist no longer saw any traces of anyone else, and even there was no difference in moves or supernatural powers.

  At this moment, I no longer stick to the high-grade Xinjue or the low-grade crude moves, but just follow my heart.

  The eyes of the black-clothed Taoist lit up, and suddenly the fly whisk in his hand swept away, and he scolded and asked, "What sword technique did you use!"

  At this moment, the young Taoist enters the state of selflessness, and only naturally follows the perception of the soul, and naturally answers:

   "Not swordsmanship."

   "Okay, the sword technique is small, what kind of sword technique is it?"

   "Not swordplay."

   "Skills are not enough, so what is the way of swordsmanship?"

   "Not Kendo."

   "What is it!"

   "It's not Dao but me!"

  So the Taoist in black laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, what a non-Tao and only me, what a non-Tao and only me!"

   "You know my way."

   "I see your heart."

   "There is no better person than this."

  The black-clothed Taoist seemed extremely happy and happy, and then swept the whisk in his hand, just like what his character would inevitably do.

   Naturally, he said:

   "Do you have a teacher?"

  (end of this chapter)