Vol 2 Chapter 405: Human path

Sword twenty-three!
Seems to be just one type of swordsmanship, but Yan Xiake's heart swayed with thousands of swordsmanship, tens of thousands of swordsmanship, and all kinds of essence flowed, so that his heart rose to infinite perception.
Trance, seems to see the life of a peerless swordsman.
Bishui Lake, the sword 23.
"This kind of swordsmanship, this kind of swordsmanship ..."
Yan Xiake was shocked in his heart, only to feel that this sword was very suitable for himself.
He was a monk halfway through his studies. Although he was a sword repairer, the sword he held was a sword of a knight on earth, not a flying sword of ordinary sword repair.
In the Emperor Heaven Realm, Jianxiu Flying Swords have only a sharp edge and no handle, because Jianxiu doesn't need to hold a sword at all. After suffering, he has been thinking of killing a hundred steps away, and his life achievements are even ten miles away.
After the scourge, the sword tactics can transform the enemy into a thousand miles away with a sword.
Where do I need to hold a hand, where do I need a hilt?
And he became a monk halfway, and he had no teachers, and the ten thousand swordsmanship he learned was only the lowest law-level Taoism. After his achievements, he could not be changed.
Therefore, even though he had been warm-hearted before, he might not be able to withstand the orthodox sword repair.
But seeing this sword technique at this time, he was moved in his heart.
This sword technique is too suitable for him.
"Thank you to pass the sword!"
After a moment of trance, Yan Xiake was secretly grateful.
An Qisheng saves his life first, and teaches these swordsmanship. He pays attention to all the grudges in his life, but such a character, he is afraid that he will owe his life.
.......
In the tribute courtyard, Sa Wuling bite the pen rod with a boredom, and sometimes struggled to write a book. When he was tired of writing, he took a look at the distress of the scholars around him.
Examination is just a few days. Among these scholars, there are many people with loose muscles and bones, which are naturally suffering greatly.
"I won't help you cheat. You can do it or not, it's your own business. Whether you kill the old emperor has nothing to do with me."
Murong City communicated with Sa Wuling:
"Xi Wen practice martial arts are all spiritual practice, your spiritual practice is general, it is good to learn more naturally, but Xi Wen is not to chew the characters, but to understand the spirit in the text ..."
Is different from the original reluctance. With the deduction of Tai Chi Sensation, the deeper he is afraid of An Qisheng, he changed his thinking.
Is unable to get out of trouble at this time, all his expectations, all ambitions can only be achieved through Sa Wuling.
He really wanted to shape this old Taoist.
But he doesn't do everything for him.
Sa Wuling gritted his teeth, and no longer begged, he was also a dead man, otherwise, it would not be possible for decades to search for immortals and surrender.
Immediately, he laid his head down and wrote a sick book.
Is right or wrong, good or bad, it is better to write a full dangdang, what kind of blank is it?
The exam is usually three days, and there are even seven days for additional examinations.
But it doesn't matter whether it is three days or seven days. This time is too short.
Want to learn sword twenty-three in such a short time, it is also extremely difficult for Yan Xiake.
Therefore, in the next few days, he stayed at home and practiced the sword technique without rest.
The more you practice, the more shocked Yan Xia Ke is.
This swordsmanship at first seemed to be the martial arts of the mortal rivers and lakes, but the inner core was ‘God’. Paying attention to the sword with the gods, the emphasis was not on the moves, but the momentum was not on the form.
Although he has inherited his divine will, he really wants to learn, and it may not be possible for ten years or eight years.
But he is not thinking about mastering it at this time.
Just wanted to use this sword.
He understood that he had only one chance. After the last assassination, the old emperor must be more vigilant.
A sword, must kill him.
At that time, the turmoil of the Dragon Qi National Games, it is possible to get rid of the repressed old city God!
There are some things that cannot be compromised, postponed, and even not tomorrow.
Even if he knew that if he waited a decade or eight years, he mastered this sword skill thoroughly, the chances were greater, and he was more sure, he decided to go according to plan.
If you have to be sure of everything, then there is nothing that can be done in the world!
In the dim little room of the inn, Yan Xiake's heart is brewing in his heart:
"Sword twenty-three ..."
.......
As the Ten Thousand Law Conference is approaching, there are some unknown people coming in Qingdu City every day.
Unexpectedly, the city gate garrison sent several additional manpower.
Rao is the case, all the soldiers who are defending the city are too busy to turn their heads, and the point of entering the city fee can not be over.
哗啦 ~
The sound of crisp copper coins entering the basket sounded.
One old and one young, two little priests walked through the long city gate hole with the flow of people and entered the Qingdu city.
The old Taoist robes are white, just like the color of their mustaches, empty in both hands, and a poorly acidic phase.
The young Taoist was dark and somewhat chubby, carrying a flag with eight characters, "Heaven, Earth and Spirit, There is Tao in the World".
The wide avenue is paved with bluestones, enough for Ba Ma to walk side by side. The towering buildings on both sides extend from both sides to the end of sight.
At this time, the genius was just bright, but there were already a lot of people on the street.
Lots of screams, the aroma of the food fills the ears and nose.
"Is this the Qingdu City? It's really prosperous and prosperous, and even the cost of entering the city is also expensive. Eighteen copper plates!"
The little little Taoist carrying a small and large flag was originally a bit tired. At this time, he saw the prosperity of the Qingdu City, and for some time he forgot to call tired.
"Thousands of years of the dynasty is not surprising, but unfortunately, it is already in a state of great decline."
The old Taoist priest looked at it too, and sighed in a complex look:
"A pity, a pity ..."
Although they look in the same direction, they see different things.
The young priests looked like they were full of people and bustling.
The old Taoist sees the Qiyun Shenlong traversing the four fields, but he is tired. The original red gold body is stained with a dim blood red.
"How come?"
The little Taoist rubbed his shoulders and put down the flag.
Poo ~
The seemingly wooden flagpole was put down, and it actually pierced through the thick bluestone slab. The little Taoist was startled and quickly pulled it out.
"Be careful."
The old Taoist glared at him: "You can't afford to break the things of others, we now have a total of one hundred copper plates!"
"Oh."
The little priest smirked and was a little angry:
"Master, it is also a Taoist. Look at how brilliant and magnificent the God of Heaven teachings are! You do n’t mean that our" human Tao "has a long tradition, why are we so downcast?"
Smell the faint aroma from the air, and the little Taoist swallowed a little.
"To shut up!"
The old Taoist stared at the disciple with a black face and looked at the disciples' grievances.
His name is pitiful, the little Taoist is his disciple, meditative, is the only two people in the world who are the only survivors of Taoism.
Human Dao is the ancestral legacy left by the Nether Mansion King. It stands to reason that it should be extremely brilliant now.
It is a pity that the founding purpose of the Tao of Humanity is to protect the world, the city gods are bright, and they are dark, and there is no chance for others to be holy.
But if it were only so, they would not be so bleak.
The turning point also occurred after the disappearance of Nether Mansion King.
The inheritance of the Taoism on earth is different from all the schools of practice in the world. The difference lies in the secret of the Taoism on earth.
Please God Dafa.
As the name implies, their existence is rooted in the netherworld king, netherworld ghosts and gods.
From the ghost town to the nether king, you can borrow its power.
However, after the Nether Mansion Lord disappeared, the upper limit of their 'God of God' could fall from the Nether Mansion Lord to the City God, which is a terrible sight.
"Freshly baked big buns!"
"Sweet and delicious tofu brain ......... Salty ones are also available!"
"Cookie, cake!"
All kinds of croaks are heard.
Laosheng sighed, took out four copper plates and bought two pieces of cooking cake, and handed one of them to the disciples:
"It ’s time to eat some, this Qingdu is not easy to live in. In other cities, one piece of cake and one copper plate is enough. In the county, one piece of copper plate can buy two pieces of cake."
The meditative little Taoist swallowed and took the cake.
Practitioner Pikou is a must-have skill, but, who can eat, who would like Pikuk?
The mentor and apprentice squatted by the road to eat the cake, and they spoke from time to time.
"The ability of Pigu, you still need to practice more."
The old Buddhist priest ‘嘬’ gave ‘嘬’ his finger and wiped it on his clothes.
The meditation trail boy rolled his eyes and sighed:
"Master, if you can't drive me out of the door wall, even if you do something else, I won't be hungry without monasticism."
The human path is the way of inviting gods. The stronger the is, the stronger he is.
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Any school can never achieve this effect.
But on the contrary, the is also great.
Which you want to invite, you must converge to that indefinitely, such as pitiful, sloppy, and not edging, because Kuixing is like that.
Quixing catches ghosts, do you want money?
Quixing, can you?
Such restraints are too much, such as a former predecessor, who is most greedy for the desire to speak and love beef in his life.
Then, it ’s ‘Bullhead’.
"When you enter the human world, you are also a human who is dead!"
The pitiful old man looks black:
"My only way is to clean up the portal, not to expel the door wall!"
"Master, I will just say that."
Felt Master seemed a little angry, and the meditative little Taoist spit out his tongue and dared not speak.
"And to see how this happened, I asked Kuixing to count the hexagrams. This time the Qingdu has undergone a major change, when there is a turnaround for me."
The pitiful student patted the buttocks, stood up, and could not really be angry with his disciples.
Because even he himself can't see the future of humanity.
As the Nether lost contact, he could only ask God through the statue of Kuixing enshrined in folk, and as Kuixing was forgotten by the world, one day he would never borrow the power of Kuixing.
Sighed in his heart, but he could not reveal on his face:
"Let's go, let me go to worship the old city to see if I can gain a bit ...."