Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

Time is like a shuttle, and in the blink of an eye, half a month has passed.

The Land and Water Festival is about to be held, and now many monks can be seen coming and going in the red dust on major streets.

“Young Master, we don’t have much gold left!”

Kong Yiya handed the account book to Jiang Hao, who just flipped through a few pages at random, then put it down and said, “Then start charging!” ”

“By the way, “Fengyun” and “Water Tune Song Head” are also put up!”

Jiang Hao ordered so, and then got up and left, he didn’t have the leisure to take care of these chores now.

This is a secret room, located on the bottom floor of the Hundred Flowers Building, quiet and private, where valuables such as gold and silver were hoarded in the past, it is now a place for Jiang Hao to practice.

This secret room was given to Jiang Hao by the old bustard of the Hundred Flowers Building, you must know that his current name and affair are known to the world, and countless girls in the middle of the house do not hesitate to sell themselves to be cleansers in order to see his face.

There are so many girls in the boudoir, and the number of Qingqian people in the Hundred Flowers Building is limited, after all, there are too many people, and this small Hundred Flowers Building can’t afford it.

Therefore, there are many rich girls who directly bribe the old bustard, which is far more than she earns, the old bustard is now counting money until the hand cramps, and does not do a good green building, all when Jiang Hao is a guest.

Therefore, when Jiang Hao proposed to practice swords in a quiet place, the old bustard immediately arranged it, and even called himself a slave, just to be able to do things under Jiang Hao.

In the secret room, several figures have been waiting here for a long time, they are all the best swordsmen in their respective worlds, but now they are gathered together, they are discussing swords!

“Sword, is there life?” Nameless spoke first.

“Not necessarily, the sword is like a person, there are people who live in confusion, breathing, just a habit, this kind of person cannot be said to be alive, the same, the sword has no sword spirituality, it is just a mouthful of waste in the shape of a sword, it cannot be said to have life.” Ye Gucheng voiced his understanding.

“As long as there is sword consciousness spirituality, even if it is a grass or a tree, it is also a sword!” Ximen Chuixue said that the nine-leaf sword grass that Jiang Hao said at the beginning made him feel deeply.

“Those who have sword consciousness spirituality will naturally show their sword shape, just like everyone here!” Bu Jiaoyun said.

“It’s me, I’m it, without it, there would be no fast sword Ah Fei!” Ah Fei raised the piece of iron in Yang’s hand, which indicated that he was one with the sword.

“After talking so much, or have you not come to a conclusion, sword, is there life?” Jiang Hao strode over and sat directly in the center, which was the place specially reserved for him.

“No conclusion is the best conclusion!” Nameless chuckles.

“Sword, is there life? Is it important? Ye Gucheng said.

“It’s not important, you guys still talk about it!”

Jiang Hao rolled his eyes, for this group of swordsmen, he was no longer able to complain, every day all kinds of swords, they were not annoyed, he was tired of listening.

“What am I going to learn today?” Jiang Hao asked.

These days, Jiang Hao has to follow one person to learn the sword every day, it can be said that their respective mastery is almost mastered.

Everyone smiled and said nothing, only Nameless suddenly stood up, and he pointed to the sword, and the sword pointed to the sky.

“Ding-ding!”

At this moment, all the swords of the Great Tang Realm were sounding in unison, and at the same time, countless sword qi rushed into the sky.

“The sword is endowed with clouds, the metaphysical sword, no one in the ancient world, ten thousand swords are worshiped, worship like a god!” Jiang Hao looked at this scene in amazement, and involuntarily read such a sentence.

“Have you ever heard the sound of a sword?”

Nameless smiled and stood there, he had an invisible charm, this is the Tao, the Dao is invisible, but it is everywhere, above everything, everything in heaven and earth has evolved from the Tao.

Jiang Hao was silent, he listened carefully, but found nothing.

“You listen again!”

Nameless bloomed his full momentum, Jiang Hao was inexplicably a little trance, he felt that he was not facing a person, but a sword.

A heavenly sword, this sword is too brilliant, it seems to contain all the power between heaven and earth, and there is an invisible charm!

Jiang Hao looked at the sword, inexplicably felt, he understood.

“Guarding the sword with the heart, it is the voice of the heart, the sound of the sword, but also the sound of wood, one sword is the same, one heart is together, the sword has an idiotic sound!”

“Jianyin, in my heart!”

Jiang Hao only felt that the whole person inexplicably had a sublimation at this moment, that was a metamorphosis above the state of mind, and he went further above the sword path.

“Good, excellent understanding!” Nameless praised, he retracted all his momentum and changed back to an ordinary person.

Waiting for Jiang Hao to wake up from the transformation, these people have disappeared, and they each have some understanding, and they have returned to their own world to retreat.

At this moment, standing in front of Jiang Hao is a young man in blue, he is gentle and elegant, but full of demons, he is the god of the wind, the demon in the madness, Nie Feng.

“Today, you practice swords with me!” Nie Feng threw a wooden knife over.

Jiang Hao caught it casually, and then he was a little confused, I don’t seem to have promised ah.

At this time, the light of the knife has fallen!

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