Shi Mo was feeling dizzy, but he heard a faint shout in his ears: "Where did the thief come from, peeping at the side of our sect's mountain gate?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp wind fell on his ears.
Shi Mo was shocked and immediately jumped to avoid it.
In his busy schedule, he glanced around and vaguely saw two people, one on the left and one on the right. At the same time, he stretched out his fingers and flicked them. There was a streak of black frost on his fingertips, like silk and arrows.
Before Shi Mo thought too much, he raised his right arm in the air and made a light stroke.
The elixir power surged and turned into two simple yellow rays that pierced straight away, each one as thick as a child's arm. Judging from its appearance, it was as if the iron pestle and the "way of the sword" had nothing to do with each other.
This was not Shi Mo's deliberate attempt to conceal it, but the thought he had made since the day he entered Taoism and came into contact with the Kong Yun Nian Sword - although this magical power was inherited without blame, it also wanted to show off its own unique aura.
"ah!"
"Well!"
With two screams, the two men fell backwards, then rolled to the ground, seemingly unconscious.
Shi Mo was stunned, and his mind became clearer.
The moment the two people took action, he had already vaguely concluded that they were probably two golden elixir monks. In his heart, he considered that the skills of the golden elixir monks in the world were far different from his own. So he withdrew his elixir power and only used
Thirty percent of the force.
Even so, the two men's chests and clothes were torn, blood spattered, muscles and bones were broken, and they almost fainted.
Shi Mo scratched his head, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.
"Who is acting wild here?"
The sound rumbled and shook the valley.
Graphite is circulated.
More than a hundred feet away in front of him, on a bald peak, stood a person. He looked very old, with two white eyebrows curved and drooping, and wrinkles appeared on his waxy face.
Shi Mo's eyes moved, and he quickly weighed the pros and cons, and then replied: "Just now, a senior gave me a ride. I fell from the sky, and I don't know the reality. I accidentally bumped into two disciples. I'm really sorry. Dare I ask where this is?
Where is the Qihua Xuanzong Mountain Gate?"
The old Taoist with white eyebrows looked surprised and thought to himself.
Although Xuanzong of Qihua is famous, the mountain gate is very secretive. How can a mere golden elixir monk be found?
Could it be that someone really recommended it?
As soon as the thought came to his mind, the white-browed old man did not dare to act on his own, and only said: "You come with me."
As soon as he finished speaking, a portal suddenly appeared on the mountain wall more than thirty feet high, both inside and outside the mountain gate opposite.
Graphite steps into it.
This "portal" passage is more than three feet wide. In terms of width, it is very rich, and it is no problem for more than ten people to walk side by side. It is only eight feet tall, which makes it feel strangely oppressive. There is a silk thread separated by several feet on both sides of the door.
The capsule-like transparent lantern seems to contain hundreds of fireflies; it has a unique lighting effect.
When we reached the end, the scene in front of us suddenly became clear.
Mo Mo took a closer look and saw that this was a square lobby.
On the left and right sides of the door, there are two Jindan monks standing at each side.
As for the middle of the hall, there is an unusually tall wicker chair, shaped like two snakes surrounded by two snakes. A person sits on it, and his feet appear to be floating in the air.
The man sitting on the chair looked to be about thirty years old, with handsome features; but his skin was slightly white and had an unusual sense of rawness. It was obviously because his actual age far exceeded his appearance.
Looking at his cultivation level, it is vaguely unclear whether he is in the Transformation of God Realm or the Buxu Realm; but Mo Mo can roughly conclude in his mind that he does not seem to be a monk in the Lihe and Lihe Realm.
The old man with white eyebrows quickly stepped forward and came to the side of the wicker chair. He stretched out his hand, and a thin gauze-like light barrier appeared between Mo Mo and the two of them.
The two asked and answered questions and started talking.
Mo Mo was secretly weird.
It turns out that this light mask, which is like a fine gauze, is clearly a barrier that blocks sound, light and expression. But it only blocks eyesight - at this time, as the light spreads, Shi Mo can no longer see the appearance of the two people, but
Isolating sound, this barrier is not as good as the most basic method of transmitting sound into the secret.
The heart of the graphite sword vibrated, passing through the inside and outside of the crossing, and the conversation between the two could be vaguely heard.
I just listened to the white-browed old man briefly explain the origin of graphite.
He was brought close by a flying escape weapon and fell from the sky; he accidentally injured two of the disciples on duty at the Golden Core Realm of his sect. His deeds were extremely extraordinary.
The man on the chair asked: "What do you think?"
The white-browed old man said: "Perhaps he is really a talent discovered by a big figure in the Holy Religion or Shinto, and he is temporarily entrusted to our sect."
The monk on the chair said: "How can you see it?"
The old man with white eyebrows said: "If it is really someone with evil intentions, or if the other forces are of the same type, they will naturally make more careful calculations and approach in a seemingly reasonable way; they will not throw the person under the mountain gate so rudely."
"Furthermore, if you hide your dissatisfaction, you won't accidentally injure two of our disciples as soon as you come up. Doing so would be too ostentatious."
The man on the seat nodded slowly and said, "That makes sense."
"You mean...you want me to use that method to find out the truth and gain peace of mind?"
The white-browed old man said: "Uncle Master Mingjian."
As soon as he finished speaking, the light curtain suddenly dispersed.
Shi Mo's body leaned back slightly, his eyes quickly looked at the person sitting on the seat, and then he looked away, showing caution.
Although he has always been harmless to humans and animals, and shows his informal appearance, sometimes in the eyes of his fellow disciples of the Piaomiao Sect, he is even lacking in quick reactions and even a little dull. In fact, this is very different from Shi Mo's true character.
.
This can't be said to be a disguise; it's just that his intelligence is extraordinary and unexpected.
In other words, it is square on the outside and round on the inside, rough on the outside and fine on the inside.
For example, at this moment, he immediately showed movements and gestures that were in line with his "identity", which were smooth and without a trace of intrusion or deliberateness.
The man on the seat smiled slightly and said, "You don't have to be nervous."
Shi Mo took a deep breath and said: "Yes."
The man thought about it for a while and suddenly said: "I have a few questions to ask you."
As these words came out, the atmosphere in the small room of the palace suddenly changed. It seemed as if a very thin layer of mist spread out from the man's eyes, tightly wrapping the graphite in a three-foot radius.
But this invisible qi machine is not a constraint on graphite's body.
As long as you move your eyes and pay a little attention to the trajectory of the movement of this qi machine, your mind will seem to be pulled by it and enter an inexplicable realm. You can't help but feel fluttering. Compared with the ordinary mental illusion method, it is indeed more advanced.
But the foundation of Shi Mo's sword heart is not trivial. Even Huang Xiyin's Demonic Heart Sword can detect it. Now this mere method is naturally out of the question.
However, Shi Mo immediately looked confused and said, "Senior, please ask."
The person sitting on the seat asked: "Where are you from?"
Shi Mo thought about it carefully and said: "This junior came from a very far away place and practiced Taoism alone in the mountains. He has traveled to many places for more than a hundred years. I can't tell where he is from."
The man on the seat asked again: "Why did you become a Taoist? Which inheritance did the exercises you practice come from?"
Shi Mo frowned and said: "The skills practiced by the younger generation were not taught by others. One day when I was young, I went out to play. A piece of bluestone under my seat suddenly broke. I got a skill from it, and I have studied and practiced it alone since then."
"It's just that this technique can only be practiced up to the golden elixir level. Now that the legacy has been exhausted, I have to find another method; so I have been traveling for more than twenty years, until today."
The man on the seat thought for a moment and asked, "How did you find me, Qihua Xuanzong?"
Shi Mo said: "Two or three days ago, I suddenly met a senior whose skills were unfathomable. He first took out a Kung Fu for the juniors to watch, but the juniors thought that his Tao skills seemed inconsistent with the ones he had practiced in the past, so he became bold.
I refused. The senior recommended the disciple to visit Qihua Xuanzong and said he would give me a ride along the way."
The man on the seat frowned slightly and said thoughtfully, "Can you describe this person's appearance?"
Shi Mo seemed to be recalling, and immediately said: "This senior looks to be middle-aged... He is wearing a golden suit, his eyes are purple, and his eyebrows are slender... That's about it."
Shi Mohe's words, half true and half false, were a splicing of the experiences of the past two days.
The man on the seat suddenly looked at the old man with white eyebrows and looked at him with an expression of extreme horror.
Immediately, Shi Mo felt that the "white mist" seemed to become extremely aggressive, or it was trying to rub and induce his mind to recall the appearance of the person he was talking about.
Graphite naturally follows the good, and completely presents the appearance of Emperor Yinxing in his mind.
The people in the seats and the white-browed old man all took a deep breath.
The "white fog" gradually receded.
Graphite seems to be waking up from a dream, and is confused and confused.
The man on the seat said loudly: "I understand. Ordinarily, the first level of Xuanzong, except for the elders of the sect who go out on their own to look for disciples who are of the right age and have good skills, usually do not include those who are masters of art. But I started.
Hua Xuanzong is an exception; but even if there are occasional exceptions, there is an assessment process."
Mo Mo secretly cursed in his heart.
It turned out that the moment the "white mist" dissipated, the two men immediately put away their shocked faces and showed sanctimonious expressions.
Obviously, this is due to concerns about respect for others and making me arrogant, and relying on favor to become spoiled - it can also be regarded as a common way of power for those in power.
Shi Mo knew that he would not treat himself lightly; the so-called "assessment" was just a formality.
But Shi Mo looked happy and excited, and said: "I wonder what kind of regulations our so-called assessment is?"
The man on the seat waved his hand, and three scrolls of bamboo slips immediately appeared in his palm, and the white-browed old man immediately took them to him.
Just listen to what this person said: "This is the first to three volumes of the "Elephant Tianluo Ding Shu" of this sect. Just take a look at it. If you have any insights, you can write it down in the book. After seven days, submit it to me for reading.
.At that time, based on your talents and wisdom revealed in your words of enlightenment, you will be given Taoist skills, lessons, and caves according to your talents."
He added: "Don't be too cautious. After meditating on the sutra, just write down whatever you have realized. There are no boundaries to avoid, and there is no need to consider whether the truth is smooth. This is just a measure of talent, not really asking you to create something.
A classic. Do you understand?"
The latter sentence can be regarded as an exception to make a point, and the influence of the "origin" of graphite can be vaguely seen.