Chapter three hundred and fiftieth IX big dream dawn
"Pure Yang!"
I don't know how long it took, Zhou Qing slowly closed up the visions all over his body, opened his eyes, and looked at the Xue Ji Sword that was still floating in his chest at this moment. Just now, under the trace of the Patriarch's brand in the Xue Ji Sword, he returned to the Spring and Autumn Period, and followed
The ancestors grew up together.
Although the sword spirit only existed as a bystander, he already had a huge opportunity to comprehend Chunyang. The Patriarch traveled west to Hangu Pass, and then Jie Jian floated away, leaving Guan Yinzi alone at Hangu Pass to watch the endless.
Confucius asked about the sword of the Patriarch!
I was asking about the truth of the Patriarch, and the Patriarch responded with two words, which are the two words that I am constantly pondering at this moment. Within ten years, the Patriarch held the sword and moved, wonderfully comprehended the five elements of heaven and earth, Tao transformed Tai Chi Yin and Yang, unified the two rituals, and achieved transcendence.
Above it is pure Yang.
What is pure Yang?
This word comes from the mouth of the founder, but it does not appear in the two classics of Taoism. It is also not seen in the mouths of all the Taoist sages who followed.
Perhaps this state is the integration of the body into all things, or it may mean something else, but in any case, the pure yang of the sword has transcended the yin and yang and the five elements. In other words, it has transcended the shackles of heaven and earth and reached another state.
One path is accessible, all methods are accessible, and the pure yang of the sword may not be the pure yang of the great road!
I just felt this way from that red sword energy. Apart from a few words from my ancestor, I didn't get much here and there. I gently stretched out one hand, grasped the hilt of Xue Ji's sword, and danced it at will, without any force.
The shadow of the sword is heavy and obvious.
"The secret of swordsmanship has been obtained, let me take a look at the other treasures!"
After a few breaths, he flicked his fingers, and Xue Ji fell on the stone ground beside him, standing quietly and motionless. Zhou Qing glanced at it, and waved his hand to wave over another thing on the long case, which was the ancestor's personal belongings.
Bring cattail leaf fan.
When you reach the state of the Patriarch, naturally the cattail leaf fan is not used to enjoy the cool air. Once the fan falls down, everything will be peaceful!
The golden mysterious light between his eyebrows flashed again, and immediately, the roaring sound started again, and the cyan mysterious light rippled from the ordinary-shaped cattail leaf fan in his hand, filling the air, once again tugging at Zhou Qing's spiritual sense, and dreaming back to the Spring and Autumn Period.
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"The water is flowing, but the heart is not alarmed."
"When the clouds are here, it's too late."
"Be single-minded and don't have extraneous things."
"The dream comes back, now I am happy."
"Era comes, Yin and Yang come together."
"Bai Lixi, made of Zhuchi."
"The pure Yang must be immortal!"
When the sun first rises, the purple air comes thirty thousand miles from the east. A stream of light wrapped in purple light flashes on the water pool. Stepping on the waves, the waves splash, and the spiritual awareness spreads. After many days, I see the world again, and I am quite emotional.
Sing loudly.
Perhaps, in the eyes of the Patriarch, everyone is the same as him, but everyone is different from him. In any case, after hundreds of years, the mystery passed down by the Patriarch will definitely not fade away, and will definitely shine in your own hands.
Taoism will last forever!
The body turned slightly, the lavender brocade robe hung down, and the crown remained unchanged. He looked at the flowing waterfall, which was still flowing thousands of miles. He turned his heart at will and struck out with a palm. In an instant, the entire waterfall, which was dozens of feet high, turned into black ice, and another waterfall
In an instant, it turned into clouds and mist and disappeared, and in another instant, it returned to its original state.
The other hand holds the sword of Xue Ji, stepping on the current waves, and slowly climbs to the shore. There is no abnormality in his body, his eyebrows are shining and quiet, his breathing is vague, and his temperament is like that of a baby.
"If I hold you in my arms, how can we be inseparable?"
"Can you be as gentle as a baby if you focus on your Qi?"
"When the earthly branches are complete, what is the origin of dry yang and kun yin? Supplemented by innate Qi, the body can achieve pure yang and avoid all evils. Three flowers gather on the top of the head, and the three yangs are immeasurable. I don't know what year or month we can achieve true pure yang!"
He murmured to himself, stepped forward, and walked out of the forbidden area in the back mountain in an instant. He stayed in seclusion for unknown years, but he gained a lot. He looked happy, facing the cool breeze in the morning, riding on the wind, and wherever his spiritual awareness came, senior brother Chisong Zi returned to practice.
Taking in the vitality of heaven and earth, looking down at the Tianzong headquarters at this moment, it seems that everything is a little different from when he first returned. When he first came, everything was full of vitality and endless, but now, it has spread and strives hard.
"Junior brother, you are out of seclusion!"
Zhou Qing, who did not cover up his aura, was directly sensed by Chi Songzi. Moreover, Chi Songzi has now successfully consolidated the second level of spiritual transformation, sitting cross-legged on a boulder, quietly practicing Xuan Gong.
Feeling the breath that had been missing for months, his face moved slightly, then he smiled brightly and stood up leisurely.
"Without senior brother's approval, Xuan Qing's return to the clan would have been in vain."
“It’s time for the Snow Ji Sword to be returned to its original owner!”
Comparing what he learned from inside the grotto and inside the Sutra Pavilion, needless to say, Zhou Qing stepped forward to bow, holding the Snow Ji Sword in both hands, and handed it to his senior brother. Without this opportunity, his next cultivation level would have been undoubted. You will encounter great difficulties.
"Haha, junior brother, it will be good if you have something to gain."
"Although I, the Taoist Heavenly Sect, disdain life and death, high ground, nobility and lowliness...but in Zhuxia, there is no mortal world everywhere. I have no words to say to my junior brother. I am already ashamed."
"Since Junior Brother's income is not small, I think he will leave the sect soon. Speaking of which, in the past six months, Xiao Ling has inquired about your retreat situation many times."
Six months of retreat at a time, although not short, is nothing compared to the Taoist sages of the past dynasties. In the past, Zhuangzi had a dream for three years, one dream of Taoism. He practiced to the state of enlightenment, swallowed up the vitality of heaven and earth, and refined into The origin is enough to maintain vitality.
The higher the junior brother's income and cultivation level, the more stable Chi Songzi's heart is, and the more he looks forward to Xiao Ling. With Xiao Ling's talent, it will definitely not be difficult to break through to the spirit form in the future. If he gets the guidance of his junior brother, he will also be able to realize the void in the future. It's not impossible.
"Six months is really a long time."
"Spring is full of joy at the beginning, but now summer is ending and autumn is getting closer. Little Ling is probably impatient to wait. I told him at the beginning that he would wait for me for a month. Hahaha, that's it, brother, I will go down the mountain today."
I could guess the approximate time just now by looking at the shape of the jungle around me, but when I heard what my senior brother said, I was still shaken in my heart. I sighed, and I couldn't help but feel emotional.
Xiao Ling's anxious look flashed through his mind, he laughed softly and saluted his senior brother again.
"Go ahead."
Chi Songzi nodded without saying much.
Zhou Qing nodded, turned around and left with Yufeng. The spiritual sense enveloped the entire Tianzong area and found the aura of Xiao Ling. After not seeing him for several months, his cultivation level had improved a lot.
Tian Lai transmitted the message and appeared directly outside the mountain gate. There were already two Tianzong disciples guarding the place. They greeted each other politely and brought two horses. One was brought back from Xianyang six months ago. The other horse was bred by Tianzong himself.
After a stick of incense.
Xiaoling carried a small baggage on his back and jumped out of his residence. A light blue mysterious light flashed all over his body. After a while, he appeared in front of Zhou Qing. He said a courtesy to the disciples of the Tongtian Sect and got on his horse.
"Uncle Master, shall we go directly to Yin Yang's house?"
It had been six months since I heard anything from my uncle. I thought that my uncle had left Tianzong quietly. Then I learned from the headmaster that he was practicing in seclusion and could not be disturbed.
This morning, while I was doing morning lessons, I heard the familiar voice of my uncle. Xiao Ling was overjoyed. He quickly put the things he had prepared and walked straight down the mountain gate. Seeing his uncle again, his heart couldn't help but be filled with excitement.
With his uncle by his side, this trip to the Yin Yang family will definitely be fruitful, and he will definitely be able to rescue his sister. Thinking of that scene, he couldn't help but feel a burst of joy in his heart. He rode on the horse, holding the reins in his hand, and looked towards
The uncle next to him.
To be honest, my uncle is actually a few years older than me, but my uncle's actions far surpass those of other Xia people.
"Six months ago, I once told you that I would go with you to the Yin Yang Family. After delaying for so long, I naturally had to go to the Yin Yang Family first. They are not far from Tianzong, and they are at the intersection of Qin and Chu.
area."
"It's nearly a thousand miles away and can be reached in two or three days."
Xiao Ling was still dressed in the same outfit, with short blue hair, strange textures on his eyebrows, and a trace of mysterious light rippling around his body. Facing Xiao Ling's expectant eyes, the two of them went down the mountain from the headquarters, asked about the location of Wushan, and moved forward.
"Thank you, uncle!"
Xiaoling was overjoyed again.
Seeing this, Zhou Qing also had a smile on his face.
As for the Twelve Peaks of Wushan, where the Yin Yang Family is located, I have not personally viewed it. I only learned from the records of the Qin State and the information retained by Taoism. Five hundred years ago, they separated from Taoism, settled in Wushan, occupied the Twelve Peaks, and became
The heritage of the Yin Yang family.
Because the Twelve Peaks of Wushan Mountain are too ordinary, the name of the Nine Palaces of the Divine City spread and was mentioned by hundreds of schools. As a result, the ordinary disciples of the hundreds of schools were confused about the location of the Yin Yang Family.
Perhaps, this is also the purpose of the Yin Yang family.
Bajun is already one of the southernmost regions of the Qin State. In the southeastern region of the Qin State, the huge Qianzhong County has long been taken from the Chu State, and counties have been set up in it. Zhou Qing once looked through the map of the Qin State. Although Qianzhong County is large,
, even surpassing today's Korea and Wei, but its population is very small, only tens of thousands.
Although there are many Baiyue survivors, they do not obey the teachings and hide in the mountains and forests. They cannot be called the population of the Qin State. After a brief stop at Jiangzhou City in Bajun, they went non-stop to Qianling.
It is one of the few core places in Qianzhong County today. Along the way, it is full of mountains and plains. Even if there are, few people grow crops. Unless they are close to cities and market towns, you can only see them in this season.
The look of harvest.
"Old man, how can I get to Wushan?"
After another pause at the Qianling Mausoleum, after leaving the city, there were few main roads and many long, narrow and intermittent paths. According to inquiries along the way, when another road was different, Xiao Ling got off his horse and looked at the roadside staring at the hot weather.
Common people harvesting rice under the sun.
"Wushan?"
"Xiaojun is going to Wushan! It is a dangerous mountain area. It is said that there are ancient shamans living in Wushan. They are all cannibals. All the people who entered Wushan never came back."
"You'd better not go!"
The old farmer raised his head, his forehead covered with sweat. He looked at the young man in brocade clothes in front of him, and then at the horses beside the road not far away. He quickly wiped the sweat with a piece of gray and black cloth, and then saluted.