The God and Buddha are actually me

"Swordsmiths should first collect the essence and then start the fire in their hearts. The lungs are the wind cat, the liver is the charcoal, the spleen is the yellow mud, and the kidneys are the essence of the sun and the moon. The breath is the law, and the breath becomes the sword energy..."

In the courtyard, the drunk Pei Qianhuo was talking about the method of sword cultivation. He was obviously drunk and even talked about some of the sword pill secrets in the sword pavilion.

Fortunately, Pei Qingchi stopped him in time.

"Brother, do you want to be beaten by the master?"

Pei Qianhuo was drunk and patted his chest, muttering: "We have been eating and living with Brother Zhang these days. What's wrong with me teaching him a few moves?"

"I am willing!"

As he said this, he spit out a light golden sword pill from his mouth, and in an instant the whole courtyard was shrouded by an invisible edge.

"Quick!"

Pei Qianhuo pointed his sword and the sword pill instantly turned into a three-foot-long golden sword. It circled around the pavilion in the distance like lightning and flew back into his mouth.

This process was really like a flash of lightning. Even Zhang Jiuyang, without opening his eyes, could only see a residual image.

Then, a breeze blew past, and the pavilion built with red sandalwood slowly split into two. The cut was as smooth as a mirror, and it fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Zhang Jiuyang's eyes flashed with a strange color.

What a fast flying sword!

Although he could do it with the Xie Zhan Sword, the speed was definitely not so fast. The sword pill technique was really magical.

The sword pill was equivalent to the golden elixir of the cultivator. They were nurtured since childhood and had already become one with the sword. It was a magic weapon for the dual cultivation of sex and life, and naturally had amazing power.

It can be said that the practice of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion was all on this sword pill. The benefit of doing so was obvious. The power of the flying sword would be stronger, and one sword could break all the laws.

Even Zhang Jiuyang today would be ashamed of himself in the art of flying swords.

But the disadvantage was also obvious, that is, the sword pill was too hard and easy to break. If it was damaged or even broken, then the hard work of a lifetime would be wasted in an instant.

"The way of the sword immortal is to move forward!" Pei Qianhuo patted Zhang Jiuyang on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Brother Zhang, you have learned too many things. It is better to break all the laws with my sword!" Pei Qingchi sighed and said: "You can't beat Taoist Zhang, you are a defeated general, and you dare to say that?" Pei Qianhuo was immediately angry and said: "I was hungry before, so it doesn't count. Come on, let's compete again!" "But senior brother, you have competed with Taoist Zhang thirteen times in these days, lost twelve times, and only won once. The time you won was a drinking contest..." Junior sister Pei Qingchi coldly broke the show. "Really?" Pei Qianhuo touched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said: "I drank too much and don't remember." In order to hide his embarrassment, he laughed, and then pulled Zhang Jiuyang to continue explaining the method of sword cultivation, and said many secret techniques in their sword pavilion one by one, trying to prove that he lost not because the sword pavilion technique was not powerful, but because his practice was not yet home. Zhang Jiuyang finally understood why the old sword god named him Pei Qianhuo. If he had such a disciple, he would be furious if he told the secrets of the sect right away.

Pei Qingchi stared at his senior brother closely, fearing that he would even tell the most basic methods. Fortunately, although his senior brother was unreliable, he still had some bottom line and did not involve the core inheritance.

But even so, Zhang Jiuyang benefited a lot.

He used his fingers as swords and kept gesturing in the air. There was a mysterious sword intention, and the sword energy became more pure.

Pei Qingchi's eyes showed a strange color.

These days, she has actually been observing Zhang Jiuyang silently. It is rare to see someone who can beat his senior brother twelve times in a row and is younger than his senior brother.

The master once said that although his senior brother is unreliable, his talent is high and he can be ranked in the top five among the successors of the Sword Pavilion. If he can change his temper, his future achievements will definitely be limitless.

But even such a senior brother lost so thoroughly.

And according to her observation, Master Zhang's comprehension is so strong that the secret techniques of the Sword Pavilion that the senior brother talked about actually need to be based on the sword pill technique, otherwise they cannot be cultivated at all.

But after listening to it a few times, Master Zhang seemed to have extracted the most core sword theory from those secret techniques and turned it into his own sword art.

Even the senior brother can't do this kind of talent.

There is only one person in the entire Sword Pavilion who can do it.

"Brother Zhang, how did you grow this brain? This is too useful. It's no worse than my junior sister. Master said that my junior sister's comprehension is unparalleled in the world. She can learn any sword technique at a glance and master it once she learns it. Even if you look all over the world, there will be no second one."

Pei Qianhuo shook his head, as if he was very excited, and said: "Aren't you the second one?"

Zhang Jiuyang looked at the girl in surprise.

She was wearing a green dress, sitting upright, with the red sword case on her back. There was a trace of cinnabar between her cold eyebrows. Although her sword energy was new, it was extremely pure.

Pei Qianhuo was already a genius in swordsmanship. I didn't expect that this girl, who was like a green lotus in the pond, had a talent even higher than him.

It seems that the Sword Pavilion will produce two sword immortals in this life.

When their eyes met, Zhang Jiuyang nodded slightly and said, "Miss Chi, do you have any high opinions on swordsmanship? Why don't we discuss it together?"

Before, he only pulled Pei Qianhuo to chat. After all, they were both in the fourth realm, so he naturally preferred people of the same path.

Although Pei Qingchi had a beautiful sword energy and extraordinary bones, he was still too young after all. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, he had just entered the third realm and was naturally ignored by him.

But this girl was very patient. She sat by and listened quietly for many days, as quiet as a lotus.

Pei Qingchi nodded slightly when she heard the words, her eyes were still calm and unperturbed. She was neither dissatisfied because she was ignored nor happy because she was valued.

Neither humble nor arrogant, she was calm and self-assured.

Just this demeanor made Zhang Jiuyang look at her with a higher opinion.

"I am different from my senior brother. He specializes in one way and walks the path of unity between man and sword. Although I also practice the sword pill method, because I have a stronger understanding, I also practice the sword techniques of hundreds of schools and walk the path of heavenly sword..."

She talked about her understanding of the sword way, with clear articulation and concise words. Often, she could get to the point with just a few words, and she could show it with her hands.

This made Zhang Jiuyang happy and kept asking her for advice.

A cultivator should take the one who has achieved it first. Although Pei Qingchi's cultivation is not as good as the two, he has his own unique insights on the sword way. Zhang Jiuyang naturally did not hesitate to ask her.

Both of them were geniuses. While talking about swordsmanship, they picked up chopsticks and gestured. In the end, they even ignored Pei Qianhuo.

However, he was also happy and comfortable. He ate famous swords and drank fine wine. Occasionally, he would say a few words, which were sharp and unique.

For several days in a row, the three of them discussed the Dao here. Everyone gained a lot and the relationship became closer.

"Brother Zhang, your swordsmanship is to suppress people with force. It is not the sword that is strong, but the person. This is very different from my path in Jian Ge."

Pei Qingchi saw another path in Zhang Jiuyang.

"Gentlemen are harmonious but different. Since the three of us have walked different paths, let's see who can go further in the future?"

Zhang Jiuyang raised his glass and put an end to this discussion.

"Hahaha, it's refreshing. Old Zhang, you are really good, but I will definitely win in the end!"

Pei Qianhuo was full of confidence.

"Haha, you should win back the twelve times you lost first."

"Hiss! Old Zhang, you hit me in the heart again!"

Watching the two bickering, Pei Qingchi smiled slightly. She raised her teacup and said with tea instead of wine: "Okay, let's see who will be the future..."

"The first peak of swordsmanship."

When these words came out, Zhang Jiuyang and Pei Qianhuo were both stunned, and their hearts were filled with ripples.

"Haha, my junior sister has always been a taciturn person. I didn't expect that she could utter such bold words this time! Just for this sentence, I'll drink it!"

"I'll drink it too, to the swordsmanship."

"To the swordsmanship."

Three big bowls clinked together, two bowls of strong liquor, one bowl of clear tea, but they were all equally memorable.

...

Afternoon.

Zhang Jiuyang held the sword of the evil-slaying sword and practiced slowly in the sun. To this day, his swordsmanship is no longer limited to the Liuhe swordsmanship taught by Yue Ling, but combined with the strengths of various schools, and has his own style.

Especially after Pei Qingchi demonstrated many ancient sword techniques collected by the Sword Pavilion, his sword techniques became more ancient, profound, broad and mysterious.

He was digesting the gains of these days.

Ah Li was watching and dozing off. She felt that Brother Jiu was getting worse and worse. His sword techniques were soft and there was no murderous aura at all.

It was far worse than her sword technique.

After a while, she was really bored and chose to go to Ao Ya to play.

The sun was setting.

Zhang Jiuyang put away his sword in the dusk without sweating a drop, but at the moment when he slowly put the Xie Zhan Sword into the sheath, the surroundings suddenly changed dramatically.

The fallen leaves flying in the air turned into powder at the same time in an instant, and the Dianjin Pond in the distance was cut in half, and the water in the pool was difficult to close for a long time.

There were goldfish swimming in the water on both sides of the pool, but no fish dared to swim past the cut place, just like the Chu River and Han River.

After a few breaths, the sword intent slowly dissipated, and the surroundings returned to calm.

Zhang Jiuyang exhaled slowly, with a satisfied smile in his eyes.

After several days of discussing the Dao, his sword intent became purer and more powerful.

At this moment, a demonic wind came from a distance at an extremely fast speed. Zhang Jiuyang's eyes were stern, and his slender fingers slowly pressed on the hilt of the sword.

After he became famous in one battle, would there be any demons who dared to come to the Shen family?

But soon he smiled and let go of the hilt of the sword.

"Master, I'm back!"

It was Qingji. Before, Zhang Jiuyang sent it to the capital to contact Yue Ling and tell her about the ghost mother and the descendants of the Sword Pavilion entering the world. Now that so many days have passed, it finally brought back the news.

...

"Senior Zhuge invited us to the capital?"

Pei Qianhuo and Pei Qingchi looked at the letter brought by Qingji, and their eyes were filled with ripples.

They have learned a lot about the general situation in the world during this period, so they naturally know how important Zhuge Yunhu is. This is the supervisor of the Imperial Observatory, and he is a real person of the sixth realm like their master!

"Yes, the Imperial Observatory has already started searching for the Ghost Mother during this period, but the evil spirit seems to have learned a lesson and is extremely cautious this time, no longer as rampant as it was more than a hundred years ago."

"So they want to invite you to Beijing to discuss in detail how to find the Ghost Mother and kill her completely."

Pei Qingchi bowed and said gratefully: "Thanks to Brother Zhang's introduction, we can get the attention of Senior Zhuge."

Not everyone can reach the ears of the emperor and directly contact the director of the Imperial Observatory.

Zhang Jiuyang's introduction saved them a lot of trouble.

"Old Zhang, aren't you going to Beijing with us?"

Pei Qianhuo couldn't help asking.

A trace of trance flashed in Zhang Jiuyang's eyes, as if he saw the heroic figure that he hadn't seen for a long time, and his heart moved.

It's a lie to say that he didn't want to go to the capital, but he still had his own things to do.

Besides, the Huangquan gathering is not far away. The capital is heavily guarded and it is not suitable to attend the Huangquan banquet.

"I have something else to do. If you encounter any trouble in the capital, you can go to find someone named Yue Ling."

"As long as you say you are my friend, she will definitely help."

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