The name of the sect of the speaker is "Rumo". The practice of this sect is quite peculiar. Their founder firmly believed that characters are formed by heaven and earth, and that understanding characters is one of the ways to enlightenment. Therefore, his disciples are very familiar with modern characters and ancient seal scripts.
There is research.
Su Jing came to the old scholar: "Do you recognize these two words? Please give me your advice, sir."
The old scholar was a little embarrassed. In terms of seniority, he was inferior to Fan Qiao. How could he dare to be Su Jing's 'sir'? He quickly gave in and then responded: "If I admit it correctly, this is 'Tu', 'Late'"
'Two words."
As soon as the words came out, everyone nearby smiled... In the world of Middle Earth, there is a supernatural novel that has been popular for decades, and it is about a young man named 'Su Jing' who lives under the Lishan Gate.
This book is called "Tu Wan" about the story of a swordsman who used his sword to defeat demons.
Nowadays, everyone on the spiritual path knows that there is such a book. Su Jing showed everyone these two ancient seal characters. Of course, as the old scholar said, he was joking with everyone. I have heard of this shameless guy before.
It’s not bad, I’ve seen a lot today.
However, this joke is harmless, and it is his own joke. In the eyes of everyone, the dignified little master uncle Lishan can make everyone laugh regardless of his status... I can't say I admire him, but I think this guy is always interesting.
Su Jing was surprised and also laughed. He recited the full names of the Three This Three That Art silently in his mind - Three Saints and Three Underworld Lords, Three Immortals and Three Great Masters, Hundreds of Tribulations to Slaughter the Night, Sword Cleansing and Reincarnation, and the Supreme Heart Art.
That sword is called 'Tu Wan' and it has fought hundreds of battles. One day, will it be refined again and be reborn in heaven and earth?
If this is the case, he must be the 'sword-washer'.
As for the novel "Tu Wan" and the sword spirit "Tu Wan", the two have the same name, which must be attributed to God's will.
Flying further north for a few days, at the end of the line of sight, layers of light golden mist could be seen in the distance, firmly covering a large mountain. As soon as Su Jing's spiritual consciousness was sent over, it felt like reaching out to wipe the edge of a sharp knife, but there was still a chill in his hand.
Cut the skin......
Fan Qiao pointed to the light golden haze: "That's the Sword Tomb. The golden mist is gathered by the sharp will on the sword and cannot be detected by spiritual consciousness." He had been to the Sword Tomb to collect swords before, but he flew the sword after his cultivation was abolished.
He also left him and returned to the Sword Tomb.
Su Dingding nodded and was about to say something when he suddenly felt a slight tingling sensation in the meridians in his body. Then he looked inside and found that his sword soul seemed to have woken up, and he took a shallow breath.
At this moment, a sharp roar suddenly erupted from the sword tomb in the distant mountains. Thousands of sharp swords in the tomb vibrated at the same time. The combined sound was so harsh and shocking! And the faint golden mist flowed with it.
, suddenly turned into a giant sword, the sharp point pointed directly at the sky!
Among the people who were traveling with him, all the junior disciples who had little knowledge were shocked and couldn't help but panic. The spells and magic weapons they had refined themselves were all captured by the sound of swords, and they were trembling endlessly, which immediately affected the master's state of mind.
Many of the elders were relatively calm, and Fan Qiao did not change his expression. He explained to Su Jing: "The sword tomb is filled with sharp gold and powerful intent, and it will erupt in long roars every once in a while. This is considered a normal situation."
When Su Jing was about to turn his head, the roar of the sword mound dissipated, and the golden mist dispersed again. His sword soul also became quiet and continued to sleep.
But after this change, Su Jing's spiritual consciousness was sent into the light golden mist again, and the original sharpness that cut through the skin and bone-chilling bones disappeared inexplicably.
Su Jing said to Fan Qiao: "The golden mist has softened."
The latter was at a loss and couldn't answer. Su Jing didn't explain too much. He knew in his heart that this feeling only existed within himself. It was enough.
Flying forward again, everyone's clothes began to waver.
Flying in the sky, at first glance, it seems normal that the clothes are facing the wind, but you must know that the monks are not birds, they all rely on magical powers and magic weapons to fly, and there is a strong strong wind at high altitude, and no one can stand being blown for a long time.
Therefore, when the monks were flying, they would use their sword energy to split the strong wind, or activate their spells to protect their bodies. Su Jing was no exception. The sword feathers in the wings of fire would bloom with determination to scatter the strong wind in the air.
So normally, monks fly faster than the wind and faster than light, but neither their clothes nor their men's eyebrows move at all.
But now, everyone has narrowed their eyes, their beards and hair are flying, and their clothes are rustling... It is not the wind that invades the body, but the sharp power emanating from the sword tomb. Ordinary monks have no defense against it. It cannot
It was hurtful, but the monk who was flying was inevitably embarrassed. Su Jingquan was the only one who showed no signs of abnormality and remained calm. When others looked at him like this, they naturally couldn't help but secretly praise him for practicing the law away from the mountain.
Only Su Jing himself knew that what happened was not because of his own practice, but because the coldness of the sword tomb did not bloom to him.
Three hundred miles further, a disciple from the great sect stationed nearby to guard the sword tomb met in the air and led everyone to the gathering place for the sword picking disciples. Today is already September 30th, the day that the Xiu family agreed to pick the sword.
There was only half a day left, and when Su Jing arrived, a large number of cultivators had already gathered in the open space outside the mountain.
Disciples from the sect who were good friends with Li Shan came forward to pay their respects, and monks who were familiar with the cultivators behind Su Jing came forward to talk. There was inevitably another bustle. At this time, a strange sound suddenly came from the north:
The air was fresh after the rain, and I was walking slowly along the long street in the fresh and majestic atmosphere. Suddenly, I heard the clear and crisp sound of children reading aloud. I followed the sound and saw that there was a small academy sitting on the street... This is what it felt like.
High in the northern sky, the faint sound of dozens of young people reading in unison could be heard. It was not very loud, and the specific words they read could not be heard clearly. However, as the voices rose and fell, and the tone was comfortable and cheerful, a scent of ink emerged.
It makes those who hear it feel relaxed and happy.
"It's the gentlemen from Dacheng University who are here." A clear and crisp voice with a friendly smile sounded from beside Su Jing.
As famous as Lishan, Tianyuan and Niluowu, it is one of the seven heavenly sects that practice the right path: Dachengxue.
The foundation of Dacheng School is neither Buddhism nor Taoism. They seek to understand the Tao from the calligraphy of ancient sages. Both mystical skills and magic are unique. To put it more seriously, this is a sect of cultivating heaven for "scholars".
It sounds ridiculous for scholars to practice cultivation, but in reality, in the troubled times of ancient times in China, hundreds of schools of thought contended and scholars discussed the Tao. There were many great sages in each school who wrote books to break down the Dharma. What they did was learning, but what they understood was enlightenment.
Nature is the great road of heaven and earth.
The sweet sound of reading floated in the air as more than a dozen scholars with high crowns and wide robes stood in the wind. The scholars were of different ages, but without exception they all had tall and handsome figures, bright eyes, and warm smiles on their faces. All they could see was the character of a scholar.
But I don't see that pedantic arrogance.
Some scholars were chatting in low voices, while more were keeping their mouths shut and looking around. The sound of reading loudly was just the sound of their clouds turning, rather than a group of people moving forward while shaking their heads while reading. Similar to Li Shan Su Jing and his party
, Tianzong's "Dachengxue" was also followed by a large group of cultivators who were vassals of the sect. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, there were almost no monks following the scholars. Most of them were Confucian robes and green scarves, dressed as students or masters.
"I have always liked the Feitianyin of Dachengxue. Firstly, it sounds good, and secondly, it is actually very flamboyant, but it doesn't appear to be flamboyant." In Su Jing's ears, the sweet voice sounded again.
Only then did Su Jing realize that the voice speaking was not from a companion with the same surname. When he turned around, he saw a girl in a red dress and red boots, standing like flames, with a smile in her round eyes, Niluowu Qiqiao.
The two of them have met twice in total, but Qiqiao is outgoing, lively, and easy to get along with. She doesn't hold back on anything, and Su Jing won't feel embarrassed at all.
Qiqiao said with a smile: "Are you here to collect swords? Is Tangtang Lishan's young master still short of good swords?"
Su Dingding nodded, but did not answer the question and asked the other party: "You're not here to collect swords, are you?"
"I have already picked it up, and this time I am sending it to my junior sister." As he said this, Qiqiao pulled over a fourteen-year-old girl next to him and introduced him to Su Jing: "This is my junior sister Fengqiao. After you enter the Sword Tomb, you
Take more care of me."
It seems that Fengqiao is still young, and her face is still childish, but she is born with a charming look in the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and now that childishness and charm are combined into an indescribable color.
Before Su Jing could open his mouth, a voice behind him said loudly: "I'll take care of it!" As he spoke, a fat man with a body as big as a pear touched his belly and looked straight at the two beautiful girls.
The girl walked over.
Su Jing quickly pulled Nianhua back, and Fengqiao stepped forward to greet him. His voice was light and airy, as if he was a little out of breath, but he could stand out from the many peers in the Tianzong and occupy this sword-picking seat. How can he be mediocre?
When a few people gathered together and were talking, a strange phenomenon appeared again in the sky far away. First, the golden Buddha's light appeared on the western horizon. Then, the white clouds in the sky were visible to the naked eye, rapidly flowing and unwinding. In between three and two breaths, layers of white clouds gathered together and spread straight from the west sky.
Sword Tomb is a holy avenue!
A group of monks stepped on the white cloud sky path and slowly arrived; before the monks could get closer, there was another loud and clear crane call from the end of the eastern sky. The blue cranes transformed by the haze floated gracefully in the wind. One crane rode one by one, and the cranes formed a row with fluttering wings.
On the front line, the Taoist at the head of the team looks rough and his eyes are always closed.
The monk who walked on the clouds from the west was the only Buddhist cultivator among the seven heavenly sects and the eminent monk of Mitiantai; the disciple of Tianyuan Tao who came by crane from the east was led by an acquaintance of Su Jing: during his return ceremony
The sword-wielding master who was seeking provocation soared into the sky.
Chong Xiao's eyes were closed fifty years ago, but now he has not been able to open them.
The three major Tiansects arrived almost at the same time, each with its own momentum. Compared with the arrival of Su Jing and Qiqiao, the deeds of the three major Tiansects were nothing.
The master fell, and the earth suddenly shook. All he could hear was the thunderous footsteps that made the ground tremble.
Eight purple giants, thirty feet tall and about 30 feet away, rushed over carrying a hill with a radius of five miles. It was clearly visible that the small peaks had elegantly built pavilions, and pretty maids and strong servants were busy going back and forth.
The beaded curtain of the last embroidered building is opened, and a girl in palace dress is leaning on the railing with a fan in hand and looking into the distance...
Akame Zhenren stretched out a finger and poked Nianhua Shenjun's waist, and chuckled: "The one upstairs has a big ass, you must like it."
Nianhua, whose eyes always light up when he sees a woman, now looks at her nose, nose and heart. When she speaks, her voice is elegant and her tone is ethereal: "I don't like people whose faces are bigger than their buttocks." (To be continued...)
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