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Sitting up in shock, I opened my eyes suddenly!

Looking around, the night was dark. There was dinner outside the pavilion. When the maid saw Li Xianyuan sleeping, she did not dare to disturb him.

The moon is deep and the clouds are thick. The night is cold and it is not close to the pavilion.

Li Xianyuan actually had a nightmare.

All kinds of things surged in my heart during the day. After half an hour, Li Xianyuan failed to make any progress, so he had to come to the martial arts training ground and find a deacon to ask.

The result is simple. This set of spiritual weapons, either eight, sixteen, thirty-two, or seventy-two, or seventy-two, each with its own sword score.

For example, the Qingming Sword in Shushan, a set of seventy-two handles. It has its own Qingming Sword Score and control.

In this way, the reason why the Sword Transformation Decision became a ninth-grade exercise is revealed.

It does not have a matching sword score to match a set of spiritual swords that will be formed in the future.

In other words, even if you are willing to waste your cultivation and refining the spirit sword, you have enough spiritual consciousness to control the sword. You have to face the swordless score and control the scene of group swords.

The flying sword is like a locust, covering the sky and the sun is only in imagination.

Later, Li Xianyuan asked the deacon again, if there was another way.

The deacon said that he could practice the art of one mind and two minds, but that was all.

Even if Li Xianyuan practiced it, he could only control two flying swords. What's more, the method of using One Mind Two is a fifth-grade exercise, and someone ginseng. When he finished practicing, his corpse was caught by the wolf.

When he returned to the pavilion, Li Xianyuan still didn't believe in evil. He called two swords and controlled them with his clone. This practice took two hours. As the sky and earth were spinning, Li Xianyuan had to take back the spiritual sword and fell asleep.

It is reasonable for Li Xianyuan to have this dream.

He reached out and placed the teapot on the warming stove. Li Xianyuan hugged two spiritual swords and flicked them lightly.

Just an ordinary shot, the sword is just an ordinary spiritual sword, so there are no wonders like the long roar of the spirit sword.

It immediately becomes crooked.

It seems a bit like he was practicing brushes. He wrote it in a crooked manner for three years before he could barely recognize the words.

The mountains are full of colors, and the flying swords are like meteors. The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the crescent moon is curved, which looks like tooth marks.

Not long after, Li Xianyuan put the spiritual sword in his hand and put it in the scabbard behind him. He reached out to take out the warm teapot from the stove, and did not pour it into the cup.

“I have a pot of wine.”

He said softly, raised his head and wanted to drink.

Suddenly, a palm stretched out from the slanting ground and grabbed the teapot.

"It's enough to comfort the wind and dust." Then the man said, holding his tea mouth, his Adam's apple wriggled and said to his mouth.

The more he leaned his head, he dripped the remaining drops of tea as he dripped in his mouth. The man threw the teapot out and turned it out.

After drinking tea again, the man smacked his lips and said with a greasy look on his face: "Bah, why is it tea?"

"Lu Dongbin?" Li Xianyuan looked up and saw the man.

This man has a sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, and is handsome. He is wearing a long gown and a long collar that is slanted into a jade flute, and is cynical and free.

He looked complacent: "Hehe. I'm just right."

Lu Dongbin sat next to Li Xianyuan, and even pushed him with his butt, and squeezed him: "I still feel drunk when I see you, little brother, but I have something to do."

"A small matter is not worth mentioning." Li Xianyuan said as usual: "Where are you? Come and make up the word count?"

Li Xianyuan asked this question because there is a root cause.

It is said that storytellers are popular in Wenchuan Country, and taverns and tea shops, and weddings and funerals can be seen. If you shout outside the toilet, is there a storyteller? Nine out of the ten people will respond, and the remaining one is constipated and cannot speak.

But Lu Dongbin turned into a beggar and wandered around Wenchuan. He met two storytellers quarreling on the way. It was said that they had been standing here for three hours. Then he went up to join in the fun. He talked happily when the two were arguing.

"The storyteller in this world is a storyteller, a short passage, or a long passage of more than a hundred days. If this world is really a storyteller who makes up his own storyteller, I am so utterly talking, that he can make a lot of money in half an hour. Do you think this storyteller is grateful to me? If you want to be grateful to me, will you mention me often? If you mention me often, you will naturally think of some ways to make me show up more. Over time, I will become the protagonist."

"I met two of you today, and I, Mr. Lu, suddenly realized. If the protagonist is still from two gentlemen."

This joke was not famous, but later it was reported that the beggar was Lu Dongbin. The storyteller in each restaurant felt that there was light on his face and went everywhere. Over time, it spread. In ancient times, Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies, and only Lu Yan dreamed of writing. Therefore, Li Xianyuan asked this question.

Lu Dongbin laughed and said, "I'm so idle that I've been wandering around and experiencing the sufferings of the people. Just as I passed by this Yang...yang...yang peak, I saw you, brother, you look so elegant. I came up and came down to accompany you."

If the head of his sect knew about this painting, he would not even be able to pronounce the name of his own sect.

He broke the pot and asked, "What are the trivial things you said? Why not say it to make me happy, brother."

Look at his interest, he swears that he will not give up until he gets the answer.

Li Xianyuan thought for a while and told him: "I need peaches."

Lu Dongbin shook his head and sighed, patting Li Xianyuan on the shoulder: "I can't help you with this brother."

"If it's other things, I might be able to help you secretly. But if you give you peaches and cure your broken spirit roots, it will be considered to be your cause and effect. You also know that what we gods fear most is cause and effect. Especially if you can't cultivate. If you take over this great cause and effect of my heavenly cause and effect, even if the Great Sage comes, you will not be able to protect you."

"Do you know about my spiritual root?" Li Xianyuan asked in confusion.

Lu Dongbin exaggeratedly shouted: "Just kidding! I am the leader of the Eight Immortals after all. There is an immortal position in the Heavenly Court. The famous immortals among the three realms. If I can't even see this, I'd better accompany the sky tent to reincarnate the pig's fetus."

Lu Dongbin praised himself clearly, and secretly demoted Zhu Bajie.

Li Xianyuan nodded. It seems that the spiritual roots cannot be concealed by the gods with high cultivation. However, the gods are not leeks, they cut a large piece of them.

He had no hope of Lu Dongbin being able to help, so Lu Dongbin said so that he was not disappointed.

Lu Dongbin began to talk, talking about what he had encountered in the mortal world. But he found the wrong person. Li Xianyuan would not say anything except silent. After saying a stick of incense, Lu Dongbin spat and said that it would be better to talk to Shi Tou than to talk to Li Xianyuan.

Li Xianyuan was also calm and silent.

Lu Dongbin was so angry that he pointed at Li Xianyuan's nose for a long time, waved his sleeves and said, "You just sit here and turn around and leave."

"Oh yes! Yang Qingfeng, this is Yang Qingfeng!" Before he could walk far away, Lu Dongbin suddenly clapped his hands and woke up like a dream.

“…”

Watching Lu Dongbin leave, Li Xianyuan shook his head and withdrew his gaze. He calmed down, took the spirit sword, and continued to practice sword control.

And he sat for a month. Until the tenth day of the tenth month, the Eight Immortals and Six Sects were a great competition—
Chapter completed!