Chapter 35: It's been three years, do you know how I spent these three years?
Mount Emei is one of the four famous mountains of Chinese Buddhism and is the monastery of Samantabhadra Bodhisattva. After this place became a scenic spot, there were so many tourists coming and going, and the ensuing mundane dust made the ascetics discouraged.
Therefore, the Buddhist temples and Taoist temples in Mount Emei have followed in the footsteps of the Baiyun Temple in Beijing and have become a place for outsiders. There are only laymen and monks, but no real Taoists.
Yan Kuan did not stop at Mount Emei, but turned left and right along the mountain, and finally entered an ancient magic circle, and came to a vast no-man's land, which is the legendary Shu Mountain.
The peaks of Shu Mountain go straight up and down. Each one is like a long sword piercing the sky, standing proudly under the sky. Each mountain exudes a murderous aura.
This is the real Shu Mountain. The peaks are like sword blades, with an earth-shattering momentum, as if they are about to pierce the sky.
The great sage Chisongzi left his Taoist tradition here, allowing future generations to learn his methods and create a discipline of sword cultivation. These special mountains and terrains have already determined that Shushan will be the holy land of sword cultivation.
In this day and age, the lineage of swordsmen and cultivators left behind by Chi Songzi are very low-key. They don't appear at all on weekdays, and very little news about them spreads out.
Yan Kuan could feel that there was an aura among these dozen peaks that was not weaker than the Great Demon of the Ten Thousand Demons Valley. He must have been the true inheritance of Shushan Sword Cultivator.
This time he was not here to become a disciple, nor was he looking for trouble, nor did he want to cause unnecessary trouble, so he walked far away from the mountain peak with the aura of sword cultivator, walked more than 400 miles, and finally approached his destination, the Immortal Sword Peak.
The mountain peak towering into the sky in his memory appeared at the end of his field of vision, and the fierce killing intent made the hairs on his body stand up.
Yan Kuan's forehead showed the mark of sword energy, and he approached the mountain step by step with a pale face. He was attacked by waves of sword energy along the way, and his body was under great pressure.
This Immortal Sword Peak is very dangerous. If you try to break through without Chisongzi's sword inheritance, the result will be very touching. A great supernatural power user from the Ten Thousand Demon Valley who has been practicing Taoism for 800 years and stepped into the secret realm of Immortal Stage shed his blood here, leaving a legacy for future generations.
People have left behind bloody lessons.
However, what Yan Kuan has an advantage over is that he has a heritage. Although it was quite uncomfortable to be penetrated by the sword energy, he did not encounter any danger along the way.
He approached the mountain and looked around. There was no grass growing on it, and it was as smooth as a sword. The murderous aura turned into a tangible substance, killing people's souls.
This is a sacred place. If you live here for a long time and can withstand this kind of sword power, you can indirectly obtain the Taoist tradition of Chisongzi. This is a priceless legacy.
The great sage Chisongzi has a benevolent heart. Although there is sword energy in this place, it is completely free of murderous energy and is not destructive. Otherwise, no one in the world can approach it.
Yan Kuan climbed to the Fairy Sword Peak and realized the true meaning of swordsmanship. He quickly calmed himself down to comprehend this swordsmanship.
He trudged to the front of the Sword Lake. The water was clear and clear, emitting thousands of sword lights, as if there was a peerless sword buried there. This was the real Fairy Sword Tianchi, where Chi Songzi's true supreme Taoism lay.
Yan Kuan sat down in front of the lake with a serious look on his face, carefully comprehending, thinking hard, and trying to figure out Chi Songzi's supreme swordsmanship.
Sword cultivators focus on attacking. Once a sword is released, it can destroy thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and nothing can stop it. When it reaches a certain level, the sword is no longer limited to tangible substances. Every plant, tree, and even dust and sand can become a heavenly sword, which can be chopped at any time.
Split mountains and seas.
Chi Songzi's swordsmanship has reached its peak. It is similar to the ten evil treasures of the ancient times. A sword turned into dust can fill the vast sea, and a sword turned into grass can cut down the sun, moon and stars. It spans the ancient universe.
, destroying many star fields is not a problem.
Chisongzi evolved the method of breaking ten thousand ways with one weapon to the extreme, and achieved his own sword breaking ten thousand ways. Everything can be a sword, and finally they come together, ten swords, a hundred swords, a thousand swords, ten thousand swords... In the end, all they use is "
"One" sword.
A speck of dust fills up the sea, a blade of grass cuts down the sun, moon and stars, a man fights against the heaven and earth, cultivates the sword for a lifetime, and calms the world in troubled times. This is the way of Chi Songzi, the sword is just its shape. Later generations have learned from his sword practice
It is inherited, but it is unknown how many people have obtained its god.
Yan Kuan sat cross-legged in the sword lake and pondered it carefully, comprehending it with his heart, and allowed thousands of sword energies to wash over his body.
The mark of the sword heart on his forehead was constantly releasing sword light, and traces of emperor's flames swept out. Yan Kuan used his own method to understand the way of the sword, turning the sword into fire, taking its spirit without being limited to its shape, and transforming the thousands of ways.
The completely different sword energies are all summarized in the heart.
His aura gradually merged with the fairy sword mountain peak. At a certain moment, he made a decision in his heart. With a pop, the calm sword lake rippled with waves, and a flicker of fire could be vaguely seen deep in the sword lake.
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Three years later, at the top of the Immortal Sword Mountain, within the Immortal Sword Tianchi, thousands of sword lights gathered in the water, and traces of brilliant flames continued to rise out.
The psychic sword pool gathered the supreme sword intention, and thunder rumbled in the lake. After this amazing phenomenon lasted for about an hour, a figure suddenly rushed out from the bottom of Tianchi, holding a broken sword and landed on several plants by the lake.
Under the pine trees.
"The broken sword used by the great sage is such a good thing!"
Yan Kuan took the incomplete bronze sword in his hand back to Lun Hai, and then glanced elsewhere. Chi Songzi lived a very simple life. He only wanted to become an immortal in his life and didn't care about anything else. He didn't leave anything special behind.
However, there are a few green pine trees beside the lake. The age of the trees is unknown. They are like a few old dragons coiled around, with ancient branches stretching towards the sky.
Under one of the ancient trees, there is a stone table. It is very crude, crude and natural, and not elegant at all. It is carved from a piece of rock, like a lying cow. There are three pieces of ancient jade on it, with a dull color.
, covered in dust for thousands of years, there are bird seals carved on it.
Yan Kuan walked to the stone table and carefully took these ancient jade pieces into his palm. After playing with them for a while, he put them into the sea of suffering and then left the Fairy Sword Mountain Peak.
Yan Kuan quickly left the uninhabited land in the deep mountains and forests and arrived at the town at the foot of Mount Emei, almost teleporting with one step.
Three years have passed. He has grown up a lot, and his clothes are a little too small. He found a store to change into a set of clothes that fit him. He found a hotel to stay in, and then dialed his home landline number.
"Hey! Son, you are coming back. I understand. Your mother and I are at home. We are both at home."
As soon as Yan Kuan answered the phone, his father's excited voice reached his ears. He had been away from home for a long time, and his parents missed him very much. They chatted until late at night before they had the chance to hang up the phone and go to bed. A few days later, Yan Kuan
Kuan returned to the capital and was immediately hugged as soon as he entered the door.
"Uuuuuu...Son, three years, three years, do you know how I have spent these three years!"
Yan Kuan was a little confused by this series of words. After a long time, he pushed away his father who was hugging him tightly, and looked at his mother who was looking at him with tears in her eyes.
The father who has not yet made a breakthrough feels a little more sympathetic in his heart.